You spin me right round, baby [incomplete]
WHO: Door, Hiruma, Mamori, Ruka, (Dark) Yuugi
WHERE: Yuugi's room at the Metahuman Apartment Complex
WHEN: ~*~This afternoon~*~
WARNINGS: Hiruma's mouth, my strange sense of humor, a sick and pissed Yuugi, and an 11 year-old girl. BEWARE.
SUMMARY: Door brings soup, Ruka lets Door into the MAC. Hiruma brings Mamori for some healing. Ruka proceeds to be just there for some reason. Yuugi :|s at everyone. Uh. *xepi fails at everything*
FORMAT: Whatever. Quick-log/para after initial post? Posting order: Door > Ruka > Hiruma > Mamori > Yuugi
Disorientated and nauseated. Both things Yuugi did not like at all. In fact, he hated it. It made him feel feeble, unable to do anything on his own.
Now others were going to see him this way. Had it been just an ordinary illness, Yuugi wouldn’t have minded Door to bring soup or Hiruma bringing over his friend.
But what he was feeling right now? Something else entirely. He was sure of it, because the common cold would never make his right leg move instead of his left or jumble things up when he tried to read or listen. (At first, Yuugi wanted to pin that part of whatever he was feeling onto the communicator being faulty, but when people started speaking to him it became more and more apparent.)
He stared up at the ceiling, lying on his back. Soon, they’d arrive.
WHERE: Yuugi's room at the Metahuman Apartment Complex
WHEN: ~*~This afternoon~*~
WARNINGS: Hiruma's mouth, my strange sense of humor, a sick and pissed Yuugi, and an 11 year-old girl. BEWARE.
SUMMARY: Door brings soup, Ruka lets Door into the MAC. Hiruma brings Mamori for some healing. Ruka proceeds to be just there for some reason. Yuugi :|s at everyone. Uh. *xepi fails at everything*
FORMAT: Whatever. Quick-log/para after initial post? Posting order: Door > Ruka > Hiruma > Mamori > Yuugi
Disorientated and nauseated. Both things Yuugi did not like at all. In fact, he hated it. It made him feel feeble, unable to do anything on his own.
Now others were going to see him this way. Had it been just an ordinary illness, Yuugi wouldn’t have minded Door to bring soup or Hiruma bringing over his friend.
But what he was feeling right now? Something else entirely. He was sure of it, because the common cold would never make his right leg move instead of his left or jumble things up when he tried to read or listen. (At first, Yuugi wanted to pin that part of whatever he was feeling onto the communicator being faulty, but when people started speaking to him it became more and more apparent.)
He stared up at the ceiling, lying on his back. Soon, they’d arrive.