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Well, that was over. That sucked. A lot. His neck still hurt from the damn collar. So he dug into the supplies he'd bought and went to work. Having the collar so snug around the wounds was a pain to deal with in a few ways, but he'd have to deal.

He planned on visiting Philip after he was all done with this. He was probably still passed out from the alcohol during his match but he wanted to see him. Fortunately he didn't have a whole lot of cause to be worried about what Eiji was going to do to him. It was the rest of the things with the fight he was worried about.

Their first Carnival Corpse was over. Somehow, he'd actually managed to win. This had probably been the easy part. The harder part was still to come: watching most of the people he cared about get penalty games.

First things first, he had to take care of Philip. So when he'd gotten a bandage tucked in under his collar, he headed over to his partner's cell. He let himself in, as usual, as quietly as he could.

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Philip was, indeed, passed out for quite a while. A couple of hours, at least. He wasn't sure how he'd managed to make it back to his cell to begin with, really, but here he was, and boy did his head ever hurt.

He laid in bed, pillow over his face, and gave a lazy wave when he heard his door open. Probably just Shotaro, as usual.

"Yo, partner," he said, still minding his volume. He brought his stool over by the bed and found a place to lean his crutch. Three days of using his Branch of Sin to get around meant he was going to be in pain for a while.

"I've got good news," he told him as he settled in. "I won." Even if he didn't sound all that thrilled about it.

Philip cautiously pulled the pillow off of his head and looked up at Shotaro. He offered a weak smile. "I'm glad to hear that."

When he'd first arrived in Deadman Wonderland, Philip would have gladly allowed Shotaro to go under the knife to save his own skin. But somehow, hearing that Shotaro wouldn't have to undergo a penalty game this time just made him feel so relieved. It was illogical, but he was too tired to question it.

He gave him a tight smile in return. In the end, they were both okay. Tomorrow wasn't quite here yet. He reached over and patted his shoulder. "How are you feeling?"

"Terrible. I remember now why I never wanted to drink again."

"That was a tough break. And wouldn't using a Branch of Sin make you even worse off than normal with that much booze?" He sighed. "I think you did pretty well all things considered."

Philip nodded. Sighing, he forced himself to sit up, but then he had to hold his head in his hands.

"The outcome could have been much worse," he agreed. "Ah, how are you feeling?"

Shotaro tried to get an arm behind his back to prop him up. He ended up sitting on the edge of his bed in the process. He shrugged. "It wasn't too bad. I guess people got rid of all their crap too soon." He fidgeted a bit with his collar. This was going to hurt for a while.

He glanced at Shotaro, only now noticing the bandage under his collar. "What happened to you?"

"Got a little hot under the collar," he commented. "Could be worse." And well, the slash across his chest did honestly hurt more, but he wasn't going to say anything about it.

Philip frowned. Heedless of how tactless it may have seemed, he reached out to brush his hand against the bandage and see what had happened.

He only let him touch it because he didn't expect it to hurt. He flinched back a bit. "Hey, hands to yourself," he chided gently.

"Hand," Philip corrected him. But his hand plopped down to his side as soon as Shotaro flinched.

He had to find out who was responsible for hurting Shotaro like this. It shouldn't be difficult to find out who won each item...

"Well, its all over." He shimmied back so his back was up against the wall behind the bed. "It's something else for this place to answer for." He smirked a bit dryly. "At this rate, you'll be able to put us together to make a whole detective."

"We're not quite to that point yet." Philip scooted to the side so Shotaro would have more room to sit next to him.

"I'm sure the penalty games will commence soon."

"Yeah, they will." He wasn't looking forward to that. "That's going to be a long day for everyone."

Philip let out a breath and looked down at himself. What would he lose this time? His other arm? A leg? This was not going to be fun. But he'd already decided that he would face it head-on. He wasn't going to cry.

He wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "I'm sorry, Philip. This wasn't the kind of place you were supposed to get out of there into."

He shook his head, leaning against Shotaro. This "hugging" thing was really very interesting. "I've learned more in the past month than I ever did back there," he said frankly. "And I would like to believe that one day, we'll find a way to escape. I'll gladly return to the Narumi Detective Agency with you when that day comes."

He smiled over at him. "Ah, but there's so much more in Fuuto than there is here. Wonderful people; a good breeze. The city landmark is a big windmill standing over the city. It's a huge turbine. There's thousands of turbines and pinwheels all over the city. The wind blows there like nowhere else in the world." Not that he had tested that. But there was no place like home. "I'd be happy to have you there."

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"It sounds like an interesting place." The only time Philip had felt the breeze was out in the prison courtyard. It was okay, he supposed. A bit chilly. Shotaro was probably biased, but still Fuuto was probably better than here.

He shifted to pull his notebook out. He removed his arm from Philip's shoulders and started to sketch out a figure. "There's the town mascot, too. Fuuto-kun." Pinwheel head, big eyes. "He's usually at town events and on posters and things like that." And there's the rest of him.

"The town... has a mascot?" Philip cocked his head. "Ah, I see! His head is shaped like a pinwheel, too."

He closed the notebook and settled his arm back around his partner again. "Lots of them do." He sighed wistfully. "You'll see for yourself some day. Absolutely."

"I would like that," he admitted. He leaned against Shotaro and sighed. Even if he was in a better mental state now than he had been back at the syndicate's lab, he hated it here.

Where do they go from here? That was a big question. People protecting people from each other created a dangerous cycle that constantly escalated. It was dangerous, and had to be nipped somewhere. And he hated that, in a moment of panic, he'd asked John to take part on their behalf. Even if he knew he'd choose items that weren't so harmful as the others.

He fidgeted a bit with his hat. "I think you did the best you could. Even if you freaked out once or twice."

He shook his head, shrugging away from Shotaro's arm. "I'm just glad that you were able to knock me out before I could bring harm to you or John Smith. But if this event takes place again..."

"We'll be ready," he finished. He sighed and stretched his arms high above his head. "I'm glad I didn't knock anything important in that brain of yours loose when I did. By the end I could see, speak, or hear." He started to get out of Philip's bed. "You probably need some sleep."

Philip wasn't sure what came over him, but he grabbed at Shotaro's sleeve. "I'm quite all right," he said. He really wasn't. He had a headache and he was just barely holding back a yawn.

He looked down at Philip's hand and back up at him. Well, he couldn't really blame him. He was still a kid. "Okay, I'll stay. But you're still sleeping." He reached to start taking his boot off.

Good enough. Philip let go and nodded. He didn't bother to get up and change into his pajamas, though he did shrug his vest off and toss it on the floor before crawling under the covers.

Shotaro had a few other hard things to get rid of. Belt, vest, tie, and he considered for a moment leaving his shirt on, but he decided to take it off. He'd put a tank top under it to keep the bandages off of his shirts. Some bits of what he'd put on the whip wound peeked around the neck and arm holes. He didn't really think anything of it as he wriggled in under the blankets next to Philip.

He watched curiously as Shotaro undressed, and prodded at them when Shotaro laid down. "What is this from...?"

Crap. he looked momentarily surprised, then guilty. "It's not really a big deal." That was no kind of answer, he knew. But Philip wasn't going to take this well. Fortunately the place he prodded wasn't actually the wounded part.

That was not an answer. Philip narrowed his eyes.

He thought for a minute about how to answer. He wasn't going to lie to him. "It's from our fight."

Philip's face fell. He pushed himself up and scrubbed at his hair in frustration.

Shit. "It's not even a scratch. And it actually ended up that I could use it. To protect both me and John."

"I don't remember anything from after they..." His hand went up to rest on the stump of his other arm. "I'm sorry, Shotaro."

"I told John to shove me toward you so I could try to knock you out. After you hit me I used the blood to shield the rest of my chest. And since I was rushing you I figured you'd attack me more than anything else. The only casualty was my shirt." He shrugged slightly.

So it could have been worse. But to think that he actually lashed out at Shotaro, of all people... Roman Torchwick was right. Philip really couldn't trust himself. He drew his knees up and curled forward.

"Philip..." he sighed. He let him stay curled up, but brought an arm over to tilt him over into a hug. He was extra careful around his stump arm. He really wasn't sure what to say.

He didn't move or say anything for a while. He was just glad that Shotaro was still willing to put up with him after all that.

Finally he pushed his hair out of his face and looked over at him. "I need to learn how to control it."

He nodded. "I'll help you. However I can." He tried to give him an encouraging smile.

Philip swallowed and nodded. He didn't know what he would do if Shotaro weren't here.

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theyre speaking japanese so same difference

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