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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

[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.]