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 Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 8:51 pm
Chel had a plastic bag full of things and the knowledge that Shun had been injured. She wasn't sure how badly but she had heard that he would only be admitted for a day and back home by now (a day later, evening). Just because you were home didn't mean you felt good. Chris had made her curry. Did Shun have someone to make him things? She suspected not.
She knocked on his door, and didn't yell loudly like she usually did. Just polite obedience to social etiquette for once. Her and her plastic bag of things.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 8:56 pm
Shun was... a little extra grumpy. His body ached, and he knew this meant he was going to need a bit of down time before he can really get back into full swing. He hadn't been 'resting' for that long, and he was already getting restless.
His eyes darted towards the door as he heard the knock. Slowly, he got up and opened it up, only to find himself staring down at Chel.
"What do you want now?" he grumbled.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 8:58 pm
She held up the bag, almost defensively so.
"I brought stuff for soup. I thought you might be hungry."
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 8:59 pm
Shun stood there, staring between the bags and Chel. He said nothing.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:00 pm
"Or ... I can leave it with you. F'you want," she looked down, unusually unsure of herself. "Sorry."
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:02 pm
"Oddly quick of you to be giving up now. You sick or something?" he asked, eyeing her warily.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:06 pm
"No just. Tired. An' I know sometimes people don't wanna be bothered after ..." Her voice trailed off. She didn't want to think about it, even now.
She was still holding the plastic bag awkwardly between them.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:07 pm
Shun folded his arms gingerly. The left one was bandaged up.
"And what if this is some attempt to poison me?" he asked flatly.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:09 pm
Chel blinked a few times and then had to stifle a laugh.
"Then I guess you gotta arrest me officer."
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:17 pm
"Assuming it does not kill me. Do you even know how to cook?"
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:19 pm
Her laugh faded to something a little less colorful. "M'not bad. Most people like it."
She was painfully aware that Shun was not most people. "S'just soup. M'tryin' t'help. Yer makin' it real tough."
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:22 pm
"...I do not need help. I am fine," Shun replied lowly, eyeing the bag of things she carried.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:24 pm
"I know yer fine, but gettin' free s**t from other people ain't never been a crime," she told him. She bit her lip.
The bag lowered slightly, and she was intent on turning around. But then one of the celery stalks tipped just a little too much to the side and the whole bag started sliding out before she could do anything about it.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:28 pm
With a huff, Shun was about to retort, but saw the celery stalks begin to fall out of the bag. He quickly reached out to catch it, but it dropped past his reach.
Or rather, it would have. Normally in this sort of situation, the celery would have just fallen to the floor after a missed catch. Instead, this celery stalk was floating in midair, a few inches away from his outstretched hand. He froze in place, eyes going wide.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:33 pm
"Shun ........." she said in an are you seeing this s**t? kind of way.
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