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Jounouchi apparently wasn't going to just wander away anytime soon, much to Seto's utter embarrassment and chagrin. Furthermore, he was fast losing the ability to stay conscious, much less operate a cellular device. Resigned to the inevitable necessity of relying on the irritating mutt once more, Seto managed to mumble a string of words, help and hospital being the only audible ones amongst them, before slipping once more into blissful darkness.

((I am SO sorry about disappearing for two weeks, I really didn't mean to be gone THAT long. stressed ))

Seto drifted in and out of consciousness as Jounouchi hauled him off to God only knows where. He could be preparing to throw him off a cliff as far as the CEO knew, he wouldn't even put it past the annoying degenerate. Honestly though, Seto prayed that's what the blond teen was up to. He was seriously going to slam his head against a wall (as soon as he was capable again of course) if he was really being carried to a hospital. I mean obviously, unless Jounouchi was completely insane, he would have had the presence of mind to search Seto for a cellphone before deciding to lift him. This could not have been the only rational solution available to the other man, even he wasn't that moronic, was he? As he began to slip into a less lucid state again, he only hoped he'd eventually get the chance to lecture Jounouchi on the advent of the cellphone. Or hell, the payphone, as that was the last thing he caught a glimpse of (fading off into the background, clearly they had not been headed to that) before drifting out again.

((Eh, it's probably been more moody than busy, so that's no excuse. xd I move into my dorm tomorrow, and should have internet set up pretty quick, so there's no reason I should poof for quite that long again. Guess we'll see how crazy school is, but I don't start until October 4th, so I've still got a week.))

Seto woke up from another bout of blackness, this time into full consciousness. He knew that his infirmity was much more severe than first anticipated, but if he was awake this was too humiliating to withstand, especially as Jounouchi was apparently carrying him bridal style. What a ridiculous way to hoist a man, Jounouchi really couldn't do anything right.

Trying to escape from Jounouchi's grasp turned out to be too problematic though. First there was the complication of Jounouchi not realizing his charge was awake, and thus countering to catch him. Secondly, Seto might be conscious, but he was certainly not well enough to hold himself upright. As soon as his feet touched the ground, his knees buckled and he fell backwards. Pulling the unsuspecting blond boy atop him. Dizzy, but still awake, Seto gasped in pain, unable to handle the unexpected weight in his condition. He was at a complete loss for how things still managed to keep getting worse.

((Yea, been bonding with the roommates too which has been nice. Been a little hard balancing my mom is here, them, and the stuff I need to get done, but tomorrow is the last day my mom is here so it'll be easier after that. Maybe sad in a way because I don't have a comfortable face, but I do have two roommates I'm really getting to like. We had a great time tonight, went to my first English bar, even played pool.))

"Get off me," Seto snapped, more discomforted than pained by the position, although the weight added to his injuries was anything but pleasant. He was not going to dignify Jounouchi's query with a response.

Seto merely glared up at Jounouchi. He didn't dare ask for his help, his situation no longer dire enough to justify it. However he wasn't able to stand on his own, actually he probably wasn't able to remain vertical period. Huffing he turned his head to the side and stared off towards the city. He'd ascertain a way to retrieve his own assistance once Jounouchi abandoned him.

Jounouchi Tetsuo awoke from his mid-morning nap, still more drunk thank hungover, and pawed around the coffee table for a pack of cigs. Of which he found none. Fury chased the last tendrils of sleep away, and he bolted upright on the couch.

"Katsuya!" he bellowed, planning to beat the hell out of that good for nothing boy. The kid should have known better than to run off to bed before delivering the goods. His cry meriting no response, he lifted himself off the sofa, thundering with as much coordination as he could manage towards the room of his pathetic excuse for a son. A cursory glance informed him that not only was the kid not home, he apparently hadn't been home anytime soon. He had deliberately gone out and ignored the one thing his father asked of him.

Furious, Tetsuo buckled his pants and headed out the door. He was going to find the disobedient kid and make him regret he'd ever been born.

- - -

Seto sighed agitatedly, but neither resisted the help nor made any comment. Leaning heavily against Jounouchi, Seto allowed himself to be steered towards the street. Vision slightly blurred, he was unable to process what further complication the drunk and slovenly man storming towards them presented.

Tetsuo wasn't even sure how he had ended up on this side of town, much less in the park. However fate must have been on his side, because less than a hundred yards in front of him was his good for nothing offspring, in some weird embrace with another man at that. He'd obviously been too soft on the boy, if the kid felt he could disrespect him like this. Refusing to comply with orders so that he could do, whatever this was, of all things.

"So what's going on here hmm?" he asked, cold and accusingly. Initially he'd planned to just swing at the boy, but the cold morning air had sobered him up enough to realize the consequences of such actions in public. Particularly with this uppity looking fellow, in his expensive clothes. The face seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite figure out who he was, or what he was doing with his son. But he had enough experience to know it was better to know who and what you were dealing with before picking fights. He'd just focus on the boy for now, get him home, then hand out the discipline.

- - -

Seto blinked confusedly at the booze scented man in front of them. He knew Jounouchi, who was he? What was that Jounouchi had just said? He was too dizzy to put it all together, and decided it would be best to just focus on not falling over or hurling right now, hopefully the bum would go away soon though. He didn't have any cash if that's what he wanted.