&outbreak;;

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[someone's not been feeling very well lately, and is listlessly playing with some Lego blocks on the kitchen floor. he's fighting rest, and if checking on him one might notice that he's not only burning up with fever, but also has little red blisters starting to spread across his skin. Of course, if you're that close to him you might find yourself in the same predicament in the near future.]



[ooc: anyone who so much as enters the kitchen he's in has a very high chance of catching chickenpox. ♥]

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[aster-tataricus.livejournal.com]

[ Stares. ]

-- What happened to you?

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[shrugs half-heartedly]

Dun' feel good.

[aster-tataricus.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should rest.

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

Dun' wanna.

[stubborn pout]

[aster-tataricus.livejournal.com]

But you won't feel better if you don't rest.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[oh, please do share it with him; he missed out on catching it at home since he was sent here instead.]

Whatcha doin', Riku?

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

Makin' a fort.

[offers you a Lego]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[takes the lego and happily plops down next to him.]

Can I help? I'm gonna put a taffy room!

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

'kay. 'm making the walls around it first.

[you have a lot more energy than he does, you'll probably have yours done before he gets the second wall up]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[... pokes Riku curiously.]

Didja know you got lots of pimples? You're a big kid now!

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, it's that kid Chichi looks after. This should be interesting with his new lack of speech. Just comes over with a questioning look, hoping that's communication enough.]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[looks up at you blearily, then offers you a Lego]

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[...It's just occurred to him that writing things on the notebook he has may not work if this kid can't read. Just. Tries to look somewhat friendly, shaking his head and sitting nearby.]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[he can read a little thanks to having stories read to him, but anything beyond basic words he likely won't. when you sit nearby he looks like he'd really like to crawl into your lap, but he also doesn't feel like moving that much]

Roxie, I dun feel good...

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[Frowns, carefully reaching over to feel his forehead.]

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

Hi Riku!

[--owait, you're not the Riku she thought you were. oh well.]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

Who're you?

[oh look, he's not running away from a girl for once]

[preflame]

[Good thing this one already had chicken pox! Roxas just wanders in with his head tilted. Mr. 'mother hen in training' here can see those red spots (assuming that some are visible).]

You okay?

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[rubs his chest where it's been kinda itchy, and yes, some are visible as they only recently started to show]

Dun' feel good.

[preflame]

Then you should rest.

[Sits down by him.]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

I dun wanna go to bed though.

[demooning.livejournal.com]

[Was going to get some milk, but pauses when he sees him. Oh hey owner.

Tilts his head a little and sits next to him. He knows something's wrong, but he doesn't exactly know what.]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[oh hey someone he knows. he's gonna crawl right into your lap and just lean on you, hiding his face against your chest]

[demooning.livejournal.com]

[Okay, well. He's a little too warm.]

... You're sick. [And on further inspection:] Chickenpox.

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[oh, have you had this before?]

Nuh uh, it's cooties not chickens.