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 Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:03 pm
When Oriya next awoke, Muraki was in his room, carefully going over the man's medical file.
He was still working on finding a full cure for Oriya's illness, after all.
But the doctor didn't realize Oriya was yet awake, and the sun was incredibly high by that time.
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"Nande yo?" Muraki asked, his cheeks quite red by the time he got through half of the bottle.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:06 pm
"Sensei...?" He looks over at him, laying on his side. Just watching the man, seeing the absolute caring in his manner.
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"How are you feeling?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:09 pm
This startled Muraki for a moment, "Oriya-kun... you're awake." he smiled, putting the paper in his hand down and removing his reading glasses. "How are you feeling?"
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The teen smirked, "Just fine, thank you." he spoke, his words slightly slurred.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:10 pm
Hisoka leaned on the couch looking at him walking into the kitchen. " You learned how to cook?" he asked trying to lighten up the mood.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:11 pm
"Fine...." He smiles a little. "Found anything new?"
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"Good. Feeling drunk enough yet?" He folds his arms behind his neck, still grinning.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:28 pm
"What my sister taught me..." Trailing off, nervously. Knowing that Hisoka doesn't usually like his cooking. "Is there anything you want?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:31 pm
"No... sadly." the doctor whispered, standing from the desk and moving to Oriya's side. "It seems that the usual treatment is still all I can do..."
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Muraki glared at him. "What's so funny?!" the teen demanded. "I'm far from drunk."
And to prove his point... he downed the rest of the bottle.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:34 pm
"Then stop worrying so much. I'm getting stronger every day, it's just taking a while." He smiles a little. "I don't expect you to cure me overnight."
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"Mmhm." Just... watches, though tensing just a little, ready to shove the bowl under Muraki's face, when the time comes.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:39 pm
Hisoka smiled. " Surprise me." he said.
He really didn't know how safe that was.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:46 pm
"But I do expect myself to cure you." Muraki replied, running his fingers through the man's hair gently. "It was my fault..."
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Finishing off the sake, Muraki smiled. "Ha!" he spoke, falling over onto the futon.
Actually, he was half on his, half on Oriya's.
"I told you..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:51 pm
"You are curing me, sensei." Closing his eyes, relaxing. "Always so impatient..."
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"Told me what now?" Blinks a little, the other boy nearly landing in his lap. He reaches to his shoulders, steadying him a little.
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"Okay..." He takes a breath and lets it out, going to get some things out of the fridge. Deciding to cook something from memory... which is a safer bet than him trying to read a recipe at least.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:57 pm
Muraki sighed, "Tabun..." he whispered before moving to the dresser and pouring Oriya a glass of water. "But haven't I always been a bit impatient?"
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"That I could drink it..." the teen whispered with a smile, looking up at Oriya.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:59 pm
"You have. It's not a surprise." He takes the water, thanking him.
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"Mmn... I never doubted -that-.." Thinking that if Muraki throws up on him it'd just be hillarious at this point. Reaching to his cheek, brushing his hair back gently.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:59 pm
Hisoka curled up on the couch with his book, putting on his reading glasses on and read it as he listened to Tsuzuki cook.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 11:26 pm
Eventually, he brings Hisoka a plate of decent-looking fried soba noodles. It doesn't smell -too- bad either, having been conservative with the spices. "I hope it's okay... ^^;"
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