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standalonehuman) wrote2030-01-27 12:00 pm
standalonehuman) wrote2030-01-27 12:00 pm
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Togusa
This is Togusa. Feel free to message me at any time.
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He remembers Souji's joke, about him asking Grell to marry him out of the blue. And it was a joke at the time, of course, and nothing at all to be taken seriously, even if the late hour might've vaguely annoyed her at the time. But, thinking back, he was rather eager to turn that strange little correspondence into a Valentine's date, wasn't he?
"For Valentine's? A visit to the art museum, and a rather graceless display of the two of us attempting to ice skate."
"For Valentine's? A visit to the art museum, and a rather graceless display of the two of us attempting to ice skate."
"Or maybe not. Grell said she could make me a fake arm."
He sounds less than pleased about it, but, well, anything short of getting his actual real arm reattached was always going to be unsatisfactory.
He sounds less than pleased about it, but, well, anything short of getting his actual real arm reattached was always going to be unsatisfactory.
Togusa's eyebrows raise in surprise and interest. "That's quick, but good." One way to short-cut Togusa's anger, surprise him. "I wasn't going to immediately jump to a prosthetic, but, if you can get it, then all the better."
"She said it's not a prosthetic, it'd just be...a dummy that looks like the real thing, but completely useless. I won't be able to do anything with it, but...it'll at least buy me some time."
Enough time to formulate a better plan, anyway. He can walk around for a little while with the fake arm while he thinks up a strategy for the long term and how best to ease everyone in his life into it. Maybe come up with a decent excuse for it.
And thankfully, that reassurance that he'll be able to have some time to sort things out and breathe is enough to get James to calm down. If only just a little. It's the only thing he's been able to actually rely on in all the chaos so far.
Enough time to formulate a better plan, anyway. He can walk around for a little while with the fake arm while he thinks up a strategy for the long term and how best to ease everyone in his life into it. Maybe come up with a decent excuse for it.
And thankfully, that reassurance that he'll be able to have some time to sort things out and breathe is enough to get James to calm down. If only just a little. It's the only thing he's been able to actually rely on in all the chaos so far.
"You'll need time to get fitted for a proper one," Togusa nods in agreement. "If- that's how you want to go, then all right." It's James' life, he's the one that has to live with this.
"My offer stays open. When it comes time to give an explanation, I'll be there to help, all right? Something that you can agree on and live with." Maybe if he just- avoids his dad for a few days? Yeah. Yeah, that would work.
This is a plan only a teenager would come up with
"My offer stays open. When it comes time to give an explanation, I'll be there to help, all right? Something that you can agree on and live with." Maybe if he just- avoids his dad for a few days? Yeah. Yeah, that would work.
Fitted for a proper one. It makes it sound so permanent, inevitable. Like he truly has no other options--the arm is gone, and he needs a prosthetic. Which, objectively, he knows--but to hear it aloud like this makes it feel all the more real and all the more terrifying.
He wants to wrap his arms around himself all of a sudden but surprise, he can't. So instead, he grips his shoulder.
"Yeah...yeah. Thanks."
(In his defense, Grell came up with this one!)
He wants to wrap his arms around himself all of a sudden but surprise, he can't. So instead, he grips his shoulder.
"Yeah...yeah. Thanks."
[ This comes only 5 minutes after James makes it home following the day's drama. ]
HELP
THE ARM FELL OFF
THEY KNOW
HELP
THE ARM FELL OFF
THEY KNOW
[So Togusa knew this was going to fall apart, but he didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.
Or so literally.]
Turning around. On my way.
What have you told them? Any part of the story you want to go with?
[They have MINUTES to get their stories straight, and then James has to move forwards with whatever Togusa says. Last chance to give some input.]
Or so literally.]
Turning around. On my way.
What have you told them? Any part of the story you want to go with?
[They have MINUTES to get their stories straight, and then James has to move forwards with whatever Togusa says. Last chance to give some input.]
I told them it happened on my way to school this morning
And that I got that molecular surgery thing you mentioned
I'm stalling on what caused it
And that I got that molecular surgery thing you mentioned
I'm stalling on what caused it
Are you okay going the accident route? If you claim you dont remember much, it might get some of the burden off you.
Yeah
Good
They can't ask too many questions if it's an accident I don't even remember
I'll go with that
Good
They can't ask too many questions if it's an accident I don't even remember
I'll go with that
Okay. I'm almost there, just getting through the gates.
Luckily, base security isn't going to question a cop rolling through the Fort's attached housing. More details are settling into Togusa's mind as he finishes the drive. The goal is to set a family at ease, as much as he can, and get them focused on how to help James moving forwards. As well as to make this go away for James. He doesn't want pity, don't fall into that.
Togusa is disarmed, gives the signs that this isn't an official visit. But he knocks on the door and waits to finally talk to the man he's only spotted a few times, Lt. Col. Barnes.
Luckily, base security isn't going to question a cop rolling through the Fort's attached housing. More details are settling into Togusa's mind as he finishes the drive. The goal is to set a family at ease, as much as he can, and get them focused on how to help James moving forwards. As well as to make this go away for James. He doesn't want pity, don't fall into that.
Togusa is disarmed, gives the signs that this isn't an official visit. But he knocks on the door and waits to finally talk to the man he's only spotted a few times, Lt. Col. Barnes.
The door swings open, and right now Lt. Col. Barnes is just George Barnes, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt and looking like the weariest man on the planet. The scene in the house behind him almost looks comical--a shattered mug on the floor, a realistic fake arm laying a few feet away, a girl of about 14 with a horrified expression on her face trying to slowly edge away from it, and James, staring at Togusa with pleading eyes from the background.
George only vaguely recognizes Togusa, wonders if he's some junior officer he's seen around base before, and wonders what the hell could be so important that it warrants interrupting his evening family crisis. He drags a hand all the way down his face. Right, formalities.
"Good evening, is there something I can help you with?"
George only vaguely recognizes Togusa, wonders if he's some junior officer he's seen around base before, and wonders what the hell could be so important that it warrants interrupting his evening family crisis. He drags a hand all the way down his face. Right, formalities.
"Good evening, is there something I can help you with?"
Formalities. It helps focus Togusa's mind, too. He can't misstep here. "Good evening. Officer Hitori Togusa, with Recolle police, but I'm not here officially," he flashes the badge, but holds up a placating hand as he puts it away.
He glances past the Lt. Col. to James, and nods. "I didn't know they'd let your son go on his own, or I would have been the one to bring him home. May I come in?" Put himself forwards as the guy who can explain everything. He promises.
He glances past the Lt. Col. to James, and nods. "I didn't know they'd let your son go on his own, or I would have been the one to bring him home. May I come in?" Put himself forwards as the guy who can explain everything. He promises.
George immediately straightens and looks far more alert. Good, someone who might know what the hell is going on right now. He steps to the side and swings the door open wider, gesturing Togusa in.
"Of course. Please tell me you know what happened to him, because he's not telling me anything." Polite as he's trying to be, he can't help the frustration that seeps into his tone.
"Of course. Please tell me you know what happened to him, because he's not telling me anything." Polite as he's trying to be, he can't help the frustration that seeps into his tone.
Togusa somberly nods as he steps inside. He waits for the door to shut behind him before he starts to talk. "I apologize that we weren't able to get in contact with you sooner, the hospital tried, and was told they couldn't locate you on base. James wasn't in a condition," another glance at James, "to give your personal number."
He moves towards the first sitting area he can see, gesturing for James, in particular to have a seat. "You should still be resting," he mutters with concern.
He moves towards the first sitting area he can see, gesturing for James, in particular to have a seat. "You should still be resting," he mutters with concern.
"Oh, uh. Right." James practically flings himself at the couch and lays down on it. Resting, indeed. Still, he cranes his head up and over the armrest to keep an eye on the conversation.
George, on the other hand, looks utterly confused and annoyed. "But what happened? All he mentioned was something about an accident, but this is a little severe for a simple accident!" He has a thousand more questions than that, in all honesty, but he starts with just the one.
George, on the other hand, looks utterly confused and annoyed. "But what happened? All he mentioned was something about an accident, but this is a little severe for a simple accident!" He has a thousand more questions than that, in all honesty, but he starts with just the one.
Togusa's gaze stays on James until he is settled. Good boy. Learn to sell it, Jesus, James.
Togusa briefly looks conflicted, letting some of his real confusion about the situation seep into his tone. "It was an accident, but simple is the last word I'd use to describe it. A- distracted driver," code for 'on his god damn cell phone' "lost control of his vehicle, and when it flipped, it struck James," another quick glance at James, before he can look back at George, "pinning him underneath. EMTs at the scene did what they could, but by the time he made it to the hospital, their surgical options were- limited."
"When you couldn't be contacted, surgeons had to go with the best decision to save his life." He sounds mournful, voice tight with the emotion of the tragedy of it all, and that much is genuine.
Togusa briefly looks conflicted, letting some of his real confusion about the situation seep into his tone. "It was an accident, but simple is the last word I'd use to describe it. A- distracted driver," code for 'on his god damn cell phone' "lost control of his vehicle, and when it flipped, it struck James," another quick glance at James, before he can look back at George, "pinning him underneath. EMTs at the scene did what they could, but by the time he made it to the hospital, their surgical options were- limited."
"When you couldn't be contacted, surgeons had to go with the best decision to save his life." He sounds mournful, voice tight with the emotion of the tragedy of it all, and that much is genuine.
James's sister visibly pales at Togusa's words and stares at her brother with a look of pure horror. James intentionally glances away, not wanting to see her upset and not wanting to be subjected to the look of pity. George briefly glances over to her and says, "Go to your room, Becca, I'll take care of this." She runs up the stairs, but her footsteps don't make it to her room--she is clearly listening over the staircase.
Now that she's out of the way, George brings his attention back to Togusa. "And you're telling me all this has happened since this morning?" He crosses his arms. He sounds angry, but it's not directed at Togusa himself--he's not about to shoot the messenger.
Now that she's out of the way, George brings his attention back to Togusa. "And you're telling me all this has happened since this morning?" He crosses his arms. He sounds angry, but it's not directed at Togusa himself--he's not about to shoot the messenger.
Togusa patiently waits until he can't hear the sister anymore. He wasn't sure how much to say in front of her, but at least now she knows the story. Togusa quietly huffs and frowns. "Yeah. Longest day of my life." He runs a hand over his face. Another moment where there's some truth of Togusa's frustration seeping through.
"I'm sorry." He looks back up at George. "I'm sorry this happened at all, and I'm sorry for how this played out. He was supposed to come home with an escort, somebody didn't get me the message at the hospital." He looks away. "I just wanted to know if there was anything else I could do to help."
"I'm sorry." He looks back up at George. "I'm sorry this happened at all, and I'm sorry for how this played out. He was supposed to come home with an escort, somebody didn't get me the message at the hospital." He looks away. "I just wanted to know if there was anything else I could do to help."
George pinches the bridge of his nose and leans against the table, and stays that way for a few minutes. If he had his way, he'd upend the dining table right now and blow the bookcase to smithereens. But that's hardly helpful, and he needs to focus on doing what's right and helping his son.
"Yes, I want to know who the hell maimed my son and see them appropriately charged! I want to know how my son was in and out of the hospital in under a day with an amputation, and how it's even legal for him to be discharged without my knowing about it! And who the hell gave him that thing!" George points to the fake arm on the floor. His voice has definitely gotten progressively louder into shouting by now, despite his best efforts at keeping calm.
James watches from the couch, giving Togusa a guilty glance. Thanks for covering me on this.
"Yes, I want to know who the hell maimed my son and see them appropriately charged! I want to know how my son was in and out of the hospital in under a day with an amputation, and how it's even legal for him to be discharged without my knowing about it! And who the hell gave him that thing!" George points to the fake arm on the floor. His voice has definitely gotten progressively louder into shouting by now, despite his best efforts at keeping calm.
James watches from the couch, giving Togusa a guilty glance. Thanks for covering me on this.
Despite himself, there's a tension that rises in Togusa as the Lt. Col. starts to get worked up. He was right not to leave James alone to face this. The reaction is understandable, but there's no way James could manage his father's emotions and his own at the same time. The look he gives James back is one of certainty. He knows what he's doing.
"You don't have to worry about the first one, the driver didn't make it." Keeping the lower tone that he had when reporting the 'accident' in the first place.
"The hospital issues, as I said, I honestly don't know how they slipped him out of there without me getting alerted. I know they'd rather he recover at home." He glances at the arm, also, "And I'm not sure who he needs to talk to about getting a proper prosthetic." Togusa might need to have words about that arm later, because what the hell, Grell?
"The surgery's the question I can answer," Togusa tilts his head at George, "surprised you hadn't heard of it. They used surgical micro-machines," he holds up two fingers barely apart, "machines the size of a micrometer to do the surgery in risky situations like this one. It was started as military tech." With a tone as if this is commonplace, because, talking to doctors at the hospital, after Togusa learned this thing he remembered had made it into this world? They acted the same way.
"You don't have to worry about the first one, the driver didn't make it." Keeping the lower tone that he had when reporting the 'accident' in the first place.
"The hospital issues, as I said, I honestly don't know how they slipped him out of there without me getting alerted. I know they'd rather he recover at home." He glances at the arm, also, "And I'm not sure who he needs to talk to about getting a proper prosthetic." Togusa might need to have words about that arm later, because what the hell, Grell?
"The surgery's the question I can answer," Togusa tilts his head at George, "surprised you hadn't heard of it. They used surgical micro-machines," he holds up two fingers barely apart, "machines the size of a micrometer to do the surgery in risky situations like this one. It was started as military tech." With a tone as if this is commonplace, because, talking to doctors at the hospital, after Togusa learned this thing he remembered had made it into this world? They acted the same way.
George stares at the officer as if he can tell he's lying somewhere, somehow. It just smells fishy. That such a surgery could exist without him even hearing a peep about it has him skeptical...but after a few moments, he thinks, maybe it makes some sense after all.
Not that that makes this any better. What's done is done, after all. And now his family has to deal with the consequences of this driver's recklessness. Consequences that the driver will never have to face themselves, no less.
He sighs. "Alright, fine. We'll just have to roll with the punches here on out. But first thing tomorrow, I'll be taking him back to the hospital for a second look. And a prosthetic." The last portion is directed more obviously at James, but then he turns his attention back on Togusa. "Thanks for the information, officer."
In the background, James raises an eyebrow, impressed. He can hardly believe that Togusa's lie actually worked.
Not that that makes this any better. What's done is done, after all. And now his family has to deal with the consequences of this driver's recklessness. Consequences that the driver will never have to face themselves, no less.
He sighs. "Alright, fine. We'll just have to roll with the punches here on out. But first thing tomorrow, I'll be taking him back to the hospital for a second look. And a prosthetic." The last portion is directed more obviously at James, but then he turns his attention back on Togusa. "Thanks for the information, officer."
In the background, James raises an eyebrow, impressed. He can hardly believe that Togusa's lie actually worked.
There are a few secrets to telling a good lie. Togusa can’t take the ‘convince yourself that it’s the truth’ route. If he had more of a choice, he wouldn’t have picked a story that wrapped up quite so neatly. So instead he’s peppering his account with as much genuine emotion as he can. What he’s showing is how he truly feels about the situation: frustration, sorrow, and heartbreak.
And a little bit of guilt that he didn’t get this whole thing figured out in time to protect James.
So he is able to meet George’s doubtful gaze until he relents. He closes his eyes and nods in response to George’s plan. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out one of his cards to hand it to George. “I know there might not be much more that I can do. But if you think of anything, dont hesitate to give me a call.”
He looks at James, “That goes for you, too.” He’ll be open about that, as well. Holds James’ eye for a second.
He shakes his head. “These are the worst, where there’s not a criminal to go after, no sense of justice. So. If I can, I would like to help.” It isn’t fair. That, too, is genuine.
And a little bit of guilt that he didn’t get this whole thing figured out in time to protect James.
So he is able to meet George’s doubtful gaze until he relents. He closes his eyes and nods in response to George’s plan. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out one of his cards to hand it to George. “I know there might not be much more that I can do. But if you think of anything, dont hesitate to give me a call.”
He looks at James, “That goes for you, too.” He’ll be open about that, as well. Holds James’ eye for a second.
He shakes his head. “These are the worst, where there’s not a criminal to go after, no sense of justice. So. If I can, I would like to help.” It isn’t fair. That, too, is genuine.
I guess that you’re braver than me then. Would the doctors be able to see it?
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