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[fortunefail]

... Thanks.

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[Action]

[After spending a night in the clinic, Yuan's been moved to his house. Not that he's going to continue sleeping there, or anything. He's just sitting on the couch, not doing much of interest. His sight's getting better, but on the overall it's still pretty blurry. But, hey, at least the drugs have worn off.

Feel free to drop by and either mock or lecture him.]


[[OOC: And yes, mun is totally jumping to a few assumptions, because we all know how fast logs move. Let's just say someone (probably Martel) told him about Edward and he was indeed allowed to go home the next day.]]

Comments

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

I'll just go get some rubber gloves, then.

[fortunefail]

You really don't want to challenge me. Even in this state, I could take you on with ease.

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

I doubt that. All I have to do is stay out of your range.

[fortunefail]

You don't even know what my range is.

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

Your sight is decreased. So it's probably limited.

[fortunefail]

My other senses are still working just fine.

[And if Zoisite were to use his brain, he'd also realize said senses are strengthened by his Cruxis Crystal. Now, does he really want to take this risk?]

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[... Maybe not. Oh well. Zoisite's meandering away into the kitchen. Let's grab some rubber gloves just in case.]

Good to see that blindness doesn't affect your insufferable attitude.

[fortunefail]

[Gloves won't protect you when your entire body is being electrocuted, idiot. Yuan just crosses his arms, sitting back on the couch.]

Humph.

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[Oh come on, Yuan. You wouldn't really electrocute this one, would you~?

He's back. Annoying you is forgotten, but he's brought some cookies and stuff to eat. Let's just sit on the arm of the couch.]

We're going to have to order out.

[fortunefail]

Again?

[He's reaches out to take one of those cookies. The poor guy's starving. Sadly, his hand misses the plate in Zoisite's lap by a few inches, instead ending up on the man's inner thigh.]

1/2

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

I tried to cook while you were gone, but--

[F-ffffff! Zoisite's too startled for words.]

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?

[Blind or not, that gets you a slap. :|]

1/2

[fortunefail]

[ohsnap that was not a cookie]

[fortunefail]

[Another downside to being unable to see details is that you can't avoid a hand flying towards your face at high speed. All Yuan manages is a yelp and a hefty recoil, clutching his stinging cheek.]

I was aiming for the damned plate!

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

Doesn't matter! You could have just asked!

[Zoisite's hopping off the arm of the couch and sitting down on the floor.]

[fortunefail]

[Jeesh, overreact much?]

Then I'm asking you now.

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[Well, how would you like it if Zoisite violated your personal space like that? :/]

Fine.

[he holds a cookie up for you to take.]

[fortunefail]

[Touché. Once again, Yuan reaches out to take the cookie. This time, he doesn't miss spectacularly, though his fingers do brush Zoisite's by accident. That hand-eye coordination is going to be completely shot for a few more days.]

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[W-well, that's better! The contact does make him blush a little, considering what just happened, but he just nudges it in the right direction.]

I'm going to have to take care of you until you're better, aren't I?

[fortunefail]

No. I'm recovering much faster than expected.

[Taking a bite from the cookie, now.]

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

Not fast enough.

[Leaning against the side of the couch now. Mm, these are good cookies.]

What if you fall and break your neck on the stairs?

[fortunefail]

Worried you'll have to clean up the mess?

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

Hmph!

They'd think I pushed you or something.

[fortunefail]

Fine, then you have no choice but to keep guard and make sure I don't accidentally kill myself.

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

Fine then, I guess I don't.