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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.]]

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[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.

[fortunefail]

Alright.

[Finishing that cookie, now.]

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[Here are four more!]

Unless these fill you up, I'm going to head out an get something.

[fortunefail]

It should be obvious we can't survive on cookies.

[Even so, he's happy to take them.]

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

That was my point.

[Here, have the rest of the plate.]

[fortunefail]

Of course, you could try your hand at cooking for once.

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

I refuse.

[fortunefail]

Why?

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

It doesn't suit me. [Translates to: I'd blow the kitchen up. Or, possibly to: You're not Master Kunzite so I see no reason to slave over a hot stove for you. Grumpy blue haired groping jerkface.]

[fortunefail]

[He'll just give a tired grunt in response. You lazy bum, Zoisite.]