i miss you.

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[he was never much of a coffee drinker, and that's why his mug has hot chocolate instead. he takes a long, careful sip before setting it back down on the table, staring at the trembling brown liquid.]

What if we're never supposed to leave this place, and we're all just going to grow old and die here.

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[his arms fold as he retches, one hand pressing into his upper bicep hard. he knows his pressure points.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he certainly isn't squeemish about vomit, and gently rubs Riku's back.]

There, there...

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[ugh shuts the lid. he certainly gets fidgety around bodily waste.]

Mmn...

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[and he flushes it. he's quick to unravel a few squares of toilet paper, soaking them in the sink. then he's wiping Riku's mouth.]

Feel better?

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[s-sucks in a quick breath, stopping Sora and taking care of his own mouth. he takes that time to think... and shakes his head, looking much paler (is that even possible) than normal.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he strokes a hand against his sweaty cheek.]

Riku... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you so sick.

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[he shakes his head quickly, although his eyes look dizzy afterwards. his voice quakes slightly.]

V-viruses spread through the air and water. Wha-whatever made you sick is going around, it's not just b-because of you. D-don't... don't blame y-yourself.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[strokes back his hair from his face.]

C'mon, lets get you to my room. I'll get you a basin and water.

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[getting up... wobble wobble, ends up with stomach against sink. wince.]

Ugh...

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

Careful...

[he urges.]

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[w-waves a hand quickly, just stabilizing himself. stubborn boi is stubborn.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he puffs out his cheeks a little. Sora does not like stubborn boy being stubborn.]

Alright, let's go.

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[and he's going after Sora, just following. urr. stomaach.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he leads him to a small room with a one-person bed. he helps him lay down.]

Now make yourself comfortable... I'll be right back.

[he leaves, probably to find supplies.]

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[... right then. just. flops down, on his back to make sure his stomach doesn't reduce to a wibbly mess.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[then he's back with a basin and a glass of water.]

Here, drink this in small sips.

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[... didn't he give you the same advice, Sora? either way, he complies with a slight shudder.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[of course he would listen to advice Riku gave him!]

There, you should probably undress a little. Take off your shoes, at least.

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[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[excuse me, sora?]

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5/5

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

... fine.

[starts taking off his shoes.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[blinks.]

What? You want to keep them on?

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[they're off before he can askk, and he just sighs.]

I'll be fine.

[... he's not taking anything else off, though.]