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Immortal? [...That means you can't die, right? Right...suddenly, a distant memory comes back to mind--lying on the floor in an underground building somewhere, his body slowly shutting down. Everything going dark...normally, he pushes that thought away, but perhaps by this point, he's grown annoyed and tired of having to repeat himself--how many times have they had this conversation already and caused him remember that moment of weakness?

For some reason, Crow suddenly laughs.] Ha, I'm not just anybody, you know. [He balances now on only one hand on the roof, using his free hand to gesture to himself.]

I'm special--I can do whatever I want without getting hurt! I've never even cried, not once in my entire life! [He's still laughing a little, but there's something...not right about it. It's almost bitter and not quite as happy as the way he normally laughs...]

[His eyes widen as Crow moves and he feels slightly sick from nervousness. Despite their arguments and bickering, he does care for the kid and right now he's concerned for him. Being that this is Firo, though, that concern manifests itself as something like anger.]

What the hell are you doin'? Quit that and get down from there right now!

[His hands clench into fists, not that he'd know at whom to swing right now. He has half a mind to charge inside and get out onto the roof through one of the windows to force Crow down, but he's afraid to take his eyes off him.]

No, I don't wanna. [Petulant immature child, thy name is Crow.] I like it up here, so you can't make me.

[And he makes that almost sound like a challenge, like he's trying to dare Firo into trying to forcibly make him come down from the roof.]

Stop foolin' around, then! If you quit the acrobatics you can stay up there.

[Now he is thinking about grabbing the kid. How quickly would he be able to get up there?]

[Nope--instead, Crow just switches from one hand to the other now.]

But I don't wanna stop doing this either. I can do whatever I want up here, whether you like it or not!

[He growls through gritted teeth, realizing that he doesn't have too many options.]

You stay put. I'm comin' up there.

[He storms into the house and a moment later hauls himself up onto the roof through one of the upper windows. He's not as acrobatic as Crow, but he's pretty nimble. Being on the small side helps.]

[Surprisingly, Crow actually stayed on the roof, though he does raise an imaginary eyebrow at seeing Firo hauling himself up onto the roof from one of the windows.]

...Heh. Just because you're up here now doesn't mean I have to listen to you, y'know. [But what exactly does Firo plan on doing...?]

I'm givin' you one more chance: get down now. Or I'll make you.

[This is a very bad idea, and Firo's starting to realize that. If they squabble up here, one of them could fall off. Firo knows he'll be fine, but what about Crow? It might have been better to leave him, but Firo can't back down now.]

[At that, Crow grins. Bring it on, Firo.]

I'd like to see you try!

Why's it so hard to do what you're told? It's for your own good!

[He shakes his head. Moving hesitantly, he walks over to Crow and tries to grab him by the shirt.]

[Firo's hesitation is what allows Crow to back up away from the other's outstretched hand a little. He's teetering a little closer to the edge than before, but otherwise he at least has both of his hands on the roof rather than just one for now as he scoffs.]

You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that if you plan on catching me!

This isn't the kinda place to be foolin' around!

[It's Firo's fault, though, isn't it? He reaches for Crow again to try and pull him away from the edge.]

[Crow doesn't seem to be listening as he practically cartwheels now to avoid the outstretched hand.]

Is that all you've got?

[There is one thing that Crow hasn't noticed yet--if he doesn't pay attention, he'll eventually run out of roof to move on soon.]

This isn't a game!

[He's afraid--though he'd hate to use that word--of Crow going right off the edge. So he grabs for him once again, more quickly, to try and drag him away from it.]

[This time, Firo is a little more successful, almost catching the fabric of Crow's clothing. But Crow leans back out of reach once more.]

Better, but that's not good enough--huh? [Uh-oh. Crow's backed himself into a corner here, moving any further back could cause him to go teetering off the edge of the roof. Oops. He stops moving now to keep himself from stumbling backwards too far, but maybe now is your chance to grab him!!]

[Oh crap. Firo should have known this wouldn't go well. Instead of being angry, for a split second he's just scared for Crow.]

Damn it!

[He darts forward to grab onto Crow any way he can. If he can snag him, then he'll pull him back more firmly onto the roof with all his effort.]

[That time, Firo manages to grab him by one of his hands when Crow starts to teeter back...except that the sleeve of his outfit rolls down a little--if Firo manages to notice in time, there's something not normal about Crow's arm--in particular, the sleeve has rolled down enough to reveal that it looks like Crow's wrist is made of metal, with screws and what not around a ball-shaped joint that allows for wrist movement.

But Crow very quickly snaps his hand back out of Firo's hold, even trying to shove him away as hard as possible.]

Get away from me, you--whoa! [Oops. Maybe he shouldn't have done that, because the momentum of trying to push Firo away from him has caused him to take that final step back off the edge of the roof...aaand there he goes, crashing somewhere below--not quite with a splat though, more like a thud. If Firo looks over the edge, he'll find that Crow didn't become an ugly stain on the ground or what not from falling off the roof--in fact he still appears to be in one piece lying on his back, no blood to be seen anywhere.

But his eyes are closed so maybe there is still a reason to be concerned.]

[Firo glimpses Crow's wrist, but it's yanked away so quickly that he wonders if it was just a trick of the light. He hardly has time to think about it before Crow's falling; he tries to reach for him again, but misses. Panicked, he scrambles to the edge of the roof and looks down.]

Crow! Crow, are you-?

[Oh shit. Firo can't curse enough to express his distress. If Crow's hurt--or dead--Firo's responsible when he was supposed to be looking out for the kid.]

Hang on!

[He slips back through the window and charges through the house to Crow. Cautiously, he shakes his shoulder.]

[He makes a slight noise of annoyance at the shoulder-shaking, but otherwise his eyes are still closed. But hey, at least he's alive maybe?

If Firo tries to check for any injuries or a pulse, he'll find there isn't a pulse to be found in that metal wrist or chest, and no injuries like you'd expect from falling off a roof. If anything, his clothes got the worst of it by tearing in one or two spots. There are a couple of scratches here and there etched into the metal of his "skin", but he's not bleeding....couldn't, even if he wanted to.]

[When he hears that noise, Firo presses an ear to Crow's chest, straining to hear the sound of a heartbeat. It's hard to hear anything over the frantic beating of his own, but after a moment he has to concede. Nothing.

He has no idea what to do. He's never learned anything like this. Lost, he gives Crow another shake and yells into his ear:]

Hey! Wake up, damn it!

[ooc: Sorry this is so late! RL's been eating me up.]

Ugh, cut it out, you moron.

[The response is almost automatic, like about two seconds after Firo yells. Crow's eyes slowly open after a few more seconds--for a split second, Crow's eyes look more gray than green, almost empty and lifeless, but then he blinks and they're the normal green color again as his eyes adjust and fix on Firo, giving him a less than impressed look.] I'm not dead, so would you relax? That shaking and yelling thing is just annoying.

Wh-?

[He wonders if he's just imagining it when Crow first starts talking. He looks a little different, doesn't he? Then Crow blinks and that thought vanishes, swallowed up by the relief that he's not dead.

Firo sits back, too stunned and too thankful to be annoyed.]

I can't... How are you okay? You fell off the roof!

Well I wouldn't have fallen off the roof if you hadn't broken my concentration and had just left me alone.

[Crow even stretches out a little from where he's still lying down--there's a slight give in one of his arms where he might need to make sure that something didn't get pulled out of alignment, but otherwise he doesn't appear to be in pain...]

[Firo doesn't respond to that; he knows Crow's right, but even more he's worried about Crow's wellbeing instead. He shakes his head, confused at how Crow can be so calm.]

That shoulda' hurt you. Are you sure you're all right?

Yeah, of course I am. Didn't I tell you that I couldn't get hurt from doing stuff like this?

[...Or rather, to be more exact, he can't feel pain from doing stuff like this.]

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