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[muted-heart.livejournal.com]

[what was that there? It was... a thing a large... moving thing.

...

Well actually it was a Sora draped in a few blankets, miserable face poking out from beneath the mass, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed. He wasn't feeling very well and was looking for a good place to nest and pass out until he felt better.

Somewhere in that mass of blankets was his notepad, but his limbs were too achey to find it so he could scribble a plea for help... a tylenol, cold cloth. anything.

Oh well.

This spot of floor was fine.

Cushioned by his layers of blankets he collapsed on the floor]

...mmn.

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[unmasking.livejournal.com]

[someone's wandering along, minding his own business, apparently tinkering with something, and passes right - did that mound of blankets just make a noise? backtracking he goes, plopping down to examine, poking it]

[muted-heart.livejournal.com]

[the blankets shook a little as he maneuvered himself so he could peek at whomever it was. Pokes his head out groggily, eying Roxas for a moment. Warily pokes his head back in- playing the role of a turtle very well]

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head - he's never seen a Sora-turtle]

Do you often sleep on the floor?

[muted-heart.livejournal.com]

[shuffles inside a little, sniffling here and there before he emerges again with pen and notepad. Writing is a little messy because he's groggy as all heck, but still legible]

No. Just had no energy to get to my bed.

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

[reads it and looks around, then turns his attention back to Sora]

Would you like assistance?