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[bit_impossible]

[curfew's just ending and where is he? in his suite like an obedient passenger, except he's not chomping on his bit to leave as usual, no, not today. when the sphere turns on, he's standing in the bathroom, the door closed, and wearing only just a pair of pyjama bottoms as he hangs his head over the sink. his face remains hidden from view as water droplets slide down his hair and trickle down the tip of his poor swollen nose. wet hands clutch white-knuckled at the edges of the sink while goose pimples run up bare arms and down his naked torso as he just stands there for a moment longer, oblivious to the transmission.

with his back still to the sphere, he reaches for a towel, gripping it awkwardly with his thumb and tries pinning the material between it and the glove-like cast on his left hand. after fumbling with it for a moment, he shifts his body and grabs at it with his good hand, muttering something under his breath as he throws the towel over his head. it's right then, however, as he's drying his hair that he catches the sphere in the mirror's reflection--and how he can tell that it's on when it looks like a miniature sun, well, it's probably best not to ask. probably wouldn't give a straight answer anyway.

and whether he'll admit if he's been to the curious window on Level 23 or not is anybody's guess.]

Comments

[bit_impossible]

Certain things, no. [but for his TARDIS, he'll do anything.]

Did you now? [arches an eyebrow at that, his look far more sceptical than the one aimed his way.]

[bit_impossible]

[sits down next to her] Really, I'm fine. I've just been...tired lately.

[oliverplus]

[frowns disapprovingly, trying to decide whether to confront the Doctor about it or not]

Yeah, I did! Don't give me that look. You already made it very clear what you would do if I tried to leave again without getting that thing's okay.

[bit_impossible]

[well that surprises him!] Ahhh, Isshin! [puts on a tired smile] No, I'm fine. It's just been a long night, is all.


[ooc: That's fine! Gosh, don't worry about a log taking too long, especially not when you have school stuff to worry about. That always comes first.]

[bit_impossible]

Relatively, yes. I'm actually getting some help, so I'll be completely up to snuff soon!

[bluewhitecross.livejournal.com]

Ah, that's good to hear.

[bit_impossible]

[goes out to the entryway of his suite to wait for her arrival.]

[tsundereisms.livejournal.com]

[is creeping back to her own suite and totally wasn't watching that, nope. And trying to look as inconspicuous as possible to make sure everyone knows she wasn't watching it, though she does look a little thoughtful]

[fatehelper.livejournal.com]

[No nightmares here! Just... a few more fresh cuts here and here.] Doing all right there, Doc?

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

[It takes her a while to get there, but she comes up the corridor, one hand pressed to the wall as if she were feeling her way along. She stops, then points to his face.]

What happened? Fight?

[heresthebasics.livejournal.com]

Ah, those. Anything I could do to help? Wouldn't want those nights of your getting any longer.

And, Doc. You ain't the best liar.

[bit_impossible]

Yeah... With those creatures in the maintenance hub. The damage would've been much worse had I not been wearing that helmet.

[bit_impossible]

[pretends he doesn't see that frown.]

[and just smiles instead] Good! I'm sure there's a recovery period where that's involved, but at least I don't have to yell at you to get back to the hospital again. I take it you're already back in your room?

[bit_impossible]

Well, you see...I don't really need that much sleep. A couple hours rest every now and then, and I'm fine.

No? Must've left my poker face in my other trouser pocket.

[hisoldgirl]

[frowns] Tiredness is uncommon for you. Why are you fatigued?

[bit_impossible]

How about yourself, Ametatsu? Did you ever talk to Fuuma about that incident?

[bluewhitecross.livejournal.com]

[Oh boy. This is where things get a little confusing.] ... Apparently it was not Monou-san who I had fought that day, but his alternate. There are two of him.

[oliverplus]

I had a long enough "recovery period." And 'course I am! Where else would I be? [it is only just the end of curfew, after all]

[bit_impossible]

[frowns slightly] Oh. The doppelganger nonsense...

Well, the one I...spoke to, didn't know you all that well, it seemed. Not when I talked to him anyway.

[bluewhitecross.livejournal.com]

He must have been that one then. Monou-san has been quiet for most of the time.

[bit_impossible]

[wonders what her almost and very-but-sort-of-not-subtle expression can mean. so he waits to see what she does.]

[tsundereisms.livejournal.com]

[can tell that he's watching her from some strange gut feeling she has and she turns to meet his gaze as she steps back away and into the shadowed part of the hallway]

...

[bit_impossible]

Me, well, just fine. Little tired lately. Must be all that action and excitement with the creatures finally wearing off. I've gotten terribly out of shape being forced into idle like this!

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

Mm. [Aerith nods, passing a hand over his face before she clasps her hands together as if in prayer. Muttering under her breath as she bows her head, a wind seems to kick up in the hall. Warmth seeps into his skin as Aerith prays, carefully controlling her life energy and his to mend the wounds. When she finishes his injuries are completely gone and she takes his hand. Using her Lifestream to make a split in the cast, it allows her to break it off with her bare hands.]

Don't need that anymore...

[fatehelper.livejournal.com]

At least they're all gone, and that's what's important.