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- Posted: Sun, 06 May 2012 00:15:11 +0000
❝ シーモア ❞ ; STRANGERS (Jade & Megumi) @ CLINIC
Such bliss was the state he was in, warmly nuzzling his face into the soft cushion of the pillow as he snoozed lightly for a short nap to get rid of the pain he was feeling temporarily. The turquoise haired male was soon flipped off from his mattress and his bottom collided onto the wooden floors, creating a loud thump. His lavender eyes blinked wide with shock and fear as he scrambled back onto his feet. “W-who—” Seymour began to say but stopped when he felt the painful throb that pounded against his head returning. He began to whine as he rubbed his temples, “Ichi-chan… did you really have to flip me off the bed like that?”
The adoptive younger brother arched a brow and scoffed, “well, how else was I supposed to wake you up? You do realize it’s almost noon, right?”
His lavender eyes widened with shock, realizing that it was almost time to go to work—and he’s never late to work. Wobbling a bit, Seymour walked passed his brother, ruffling his silky red hair as he walked into the bathroom. Opening the medicine drawer, he didn’t find any pain-killers to get rid of the nasty headache he was feeling. Groaning, he dragged his body back into his bedroom to see if Ichiro was there. “Ichi-chan, could you get me some medicine? I have this massive headache…”
“No can do, onii-san. You probably have a headache because you woke up early to play basketball without being hydrated enough, huh?” His younger brother hit the mark. “It's your fault so you go get your own dang medicine. You have two feet and hands.” With that, his beloved little brother stormed out of the room, leaving Seymour disheartened. Ichiro has been a bit bitter towards the older male because ever since Seymour reunited with his old friends, he’s been leaving his dear brother home alone.
Heaving a long sigh, Seymour got dressed and pulled himself together as he walked to the doctor’s. It was strange, being a Hot Springs owner, he’s always around water but yet he can’t even properly hydrate himself. Allowing himself into the clinic, Seymour came across two people and gave a slight bow.
“Pardon my intrusion, am I interrupting something?” He calmly mused, it seemed that some female character was hurt and the man with glasses—the doctor he assumed—was attending to her needs. This was the first trip to the clinic ever for Seymour, if he ever wanted something from the clinic, he always made his brother do it.