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[angry_friendship_wolf]

It's been approximately two hours since the battle (which the news is already helpfully calling the Second Battle of Odaiba, and Yamato has to wonder how many more he'll see in his lifetime) and Yamato's already bored of lying around in bed.

When the door opens on the bar, he limps inside, avoiding putting pressure on his left leg, cradling his side with his arm. There are bandages along his arm and up his neck where the ragged scar there burst, and more hidden under his t-shirt and sweatpants, peeking out every time he moves just so. The swollen black eye, stitches along his temple, and heavy bruising along his arms don't exactly tell a pleasant story either.

Still, he seems somewhat pleased to see the bar, because you know what the bar doesn't have? Any Doctor Kidos. Not even a Demidoctor Kido!

He gets about halfway over to the Bar before he has to lean against a booth and just -- wait for the concussion dizziness to pass. But he's fine! He's totally fine.

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[heatherandsteel]

Quentin enters and then walks quickly over to Yamato and moves to support his other side, "Yamato?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Hey there," Yamato says, forcing a grin. "Don't worry, I'm just -- getting my bearings."

[heatherandsteel]

"Let's find someplace to sit, lean on me," He tries to get a sense of how badly Yamato is hurt and tastes the air for blood.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

He doesn't have any open wounds, at least, the Doctors Kido saw to that. Still, with the scar on his arm torn open and several other cuts -- most shallow, some a little deeper -- there's a definite taste of blood around him.

"Fine, fine," he says, leaning on Quentin. "I've already had a doctor look at me, though, so don't worry."

[heatherandsteel]

"Do you want to sink into a seat or do better in something harder with pillows? And I can smell blood on you. Maybe we should head upstairs and I can re-bandage you,"

Since clearly Yamato needs looking after.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Stop fussing," Yamato laughs. "Anywhere's fine. Couch, booth, whatever. It's not like I'm going to shatter into pieces if I sit down in the wrong place."

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin glares and sighs at Yamato before getting him into the nearest booth, "Fine, we'll sit here."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Thanks. Just needed to move my feet, stretch my legs, go somewhere without any blue hair having demidoctors poking at me."

[heatherandsteel]

"What's a demidoctor?" He doesn't know that word and gently ruffles Yamato's hair.

[take_that]

Phoenix, from the bar, does a double take at seeing the condition Yamato's in.

"Yamato? Jesus, what happened?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato waves a hand, as if to say that it's no big deal, really.

"Battle in my world. Don't worry, it looks bad, but it's mostly superficial," he says. "Just cuts and bruises."

This is, perhaps, not entirely true.

[take_that]

"A battle?"

I know it shouldn't keep surprising me how dangerous his world is, but...

"What..what happened?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"I'm guessing you don't want the full blow-by-blow of everything that happened. But we won, minimal casualties. And the guy who did most of this damage is in worse shape," Yamato says. "And missing an ear."

He flashes a quick grin, with his definitely-longer-and-more-fanglike canines on display, just for a moment.

"We had time to prepare and some strokes of good luck. It all turned out better than I thought it would."

[take_that]

Phoenix catches sight of Yamato's teeth. One thing at a time.

"Are you...doing okay?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Yeah, yeah, I'm doing okay. I took a few hits, that's all, and got thrown off a flying wolf at high speed. Apparently I have a concussion and cracked ribs, on top of a lot of cuts and bruises," Yamato says, giving Phoenix a thumbs up. "But I'm okay. Just came in here to get away from the, er, concerned medic back out my door."

[take_that]

"Yeesh."

Phoenix takes a sip of his drink, wincing sympathetically.

"What about the rest of your team? Are they doing okay?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Yeah, they're okay. A few bruises, and everyone's tired out, but they're fine," Yamato says. "I wish I could give them more time to rest, but we should probably get our noses back to the grindstone before long."

[run_barry]

Yamato isn't the only one to walk in limping today, only Barry does it with a smile on which fades rather abruptly when he spots Yamato.

"Dude, what happened?" he asks, stepping in close to offer a shoulder and arm for support.

Barry is in the suit with the mask pushed back, his hair tousled and sweaty, a split in his lip and a bruise on his cheek, and a couple of very distinct slashes cutting through the suit across his bicep and thigh.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato tries to turn towards Barry and push off the booth, only to settle against it again with a wince. He doesn't take the offered arm yet, just giving it a quick glance.

"What happened to you?" He asks, because while Barry doesn't look too hurt, he's still hurt, and that takes priority as far as Yamato's concerned.

[run_barry]

Barry flinches, ready to grab Yamato if he goes down.

"I'm fine, just finishing up in Starling. Sit down before you fall over."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"I'm not going to fall over," Yamato grumbles, easing himself onto the booth's seat. Obviously not because Barry told him to (obviously), just because the world kind of is spinning right now. "Jeez, you're worse than Jyou."

[run_barry]

Trying not to hover, but totally hovering, Barry stands by until Yamato is seated, and then he's gone in a zip and back again, wincing a little with the quick stop and holding a glass of water out to Yamato.

"Here," he says, setting the glass down on the table in front of Yamato.

Taking a seat across from Yamato, Barry moves just a little gingerly as he sits, then shakes his head at Yamato.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're here like this because you're hiding from him?" he asks.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"You're such a mother hen," Yamato says, taking the water. "Thanks, though."

He catches that wince, though, eyeing Barry over the top of the glass. "I'm not hiding from him. I just felt like stretching my legs," he says. "What about you, did Harkness do that?"

[run_barry]

"Not as much as you," Barry replies, giving a nod to indicate that Yamato is doing it right now as he keeps on looking Barry over.

"Stretching your legs, right," Barry replies, giving a nod that says he totally isn't buying that one.

As for his own condition, Barry shakes his head.

"No, but we did get him," Barry says, flashing a smile then drawing it back a little as the expression pulls on his split lip. "This was a thing with Oliver."

Realizing how that may sound, Barry adds, "But not in a bad way. It was a fight, like a sparring... thing... sort of."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Never mother-henned in my life. Fight me, jackass," Yamato growls, although he's aware that a) He can't fight Barry right now, and b) Barry won't fight him right now.

He arches an eyebrow, but there's a smile tugging at his lips. "Oliver, huh? Him with arrows, you with speed, I guess?" He gives a quick gesture to those slashes on Barry's suit as he says that. "Did you win? More importantly, did you have fun?"