[Natori has a moment of confusion about how Rou's bathroom needs could have anything to do with this, then thinks to open the door behind him. Ah, there's the bathroom. Well then.]
Oh. I can... [get out of the way, he was going to suggest, but Rokurou seems to be more concerned with fighting to stay upright than picking his way across the glassy no man's land between them. He guesses he did cut this guy's face open, so assisting in the cleanup is probably a reasonable olive branch to stop this from escalating further.
He spares a second to open up the medicine cabinet above the sink in case there's a first aid kit. No luck; for some reason it's just filled with different flavors of lube. He does grab a bottle of what looks like acetaminophen (AcetaminoPhinch?) and then takes the entire roll of toilet paper. Maybe there's a dustpan or something to clean up the glass...
Natori sticks his head out the doorway, waving the roll of TP in one hand.] Do you care if I just use this, or should I--
[--there's a comically oversized flash from the window as an old timey camera bulb goes off. It's always annoying when the paparazzi catch up with him, but it seems even worse when it's some sort of bird ayakashi paparazzi(?). Natori scowls, then looks over at the toilet paper in his hand. Well... paper is paper, right...?
Natori tears off several squares of TP, popping them off one at a time in quick succession. This would be extremely inefficient for mopping up a face full of blood, but instead he tosses them up in the air and mutters a quick:] Blank potential, heed my call-- [and makes an impatient gesture towards the window. The individual squares of toilet paper plaster themselves against the glass with a series of light thwacks, obscuring the view.
Anyway.] --Is the toilet paper fine or do I need to get a towel?
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Oh. I can... [get out of the way, he was going to suggest, but Rokurou seems to be more concerned with fighting to stay upright than picking his way across the glassy no man's land between them. He guesses he did cut this guy's face open, so assisting in the cleanup is probably a reasonable olive branch to stop this from escalating further.
He spares a second to open up the medicine cabinet above the sink in case there's a first aid kit. No luck; for some reason it's just filled with different flavors of lube. He does grab a bottle of what looks like acetaminophen (AcetaminoPhinch?) and then takes the entire roll of toilet paper. Maybe there's a dustpan or something to clean up the glass...
Natori sticks his head out the doorway, waving the roll of TP in one hand.] Do you care if I just use this, or should I--
[--there's a comically oversized flash from the window as an old timey camera bulb goes off. It's always annoying when the paparazzi catch up with him, but it seems even worse when it's some sort of bird ayakashi paparazzi(?). Natori scowls, then looks over at the toilet paper in his hand. Well... paper is paper, right...?
Natori tears off several squares of TP, popping them off one at a time in quick succession. This would be extremely inefficient for mopping up a face full of blood, but instead he tosses them up in the air and mutters a quick:] Blank potential, heed my call-- [and makes an impatient gesture towards the window. The individual squares of toilet paper plaster themselves against the glass with a series of light thwacks, obscuring the view.
Anyway.] --Is the toilet paper fine or do I need to get a towel?