[Mirror//Accidental]
[As the Chanter flickers on, Wessen can be seen glancing at the Mirror before scurrying off, as if he'd managed to nudge at the Chanter in just the right way to turn it on. Perhaps it is just coincidence, since the creature has a habit of curling up with the device and pressing his nose to it. But then, the Mirror is pointed directly towards Alfons...
Alfons is across the room, sat down on the floor and leaning back against the wall as he quietly reads a book, looking nothing shy of comfortable and content. A few moments later, his brows furrow slightly and he sets the book down in his lap. He clears his throat a few times, looking worried for a moment before he seems to calm down a bit. He picks the book back up again, then suddenly drops it, taking in a loud, raspy breath. Quickly, he raises his hands to cover his mouth, eyes darting towards the door of his room for a moment, obviously concerned about the Elrics or Echo hearing him. It's clear that Alfons is coughing heavily behind his hands, his whole body shaking and lurching every so often. After a few moments, small red trails seep out from between his fingers.
With a worried mewl of a noise, Wessen dashes past the Mirror and hops down off of the bed to settle in next to Alfons. The creature sits down beside him and moves to nuzzle against his leg. Alfons looks a little more pained for a moment, then calms down a bit. A few more breaths and the coughing has passed. Alfons glances at his hands, swallowing thickly before reaching into his back pocket for a small white cloth--white, save for a few faded red stains over the fabric--and wipes his hand and mouth off, then goes to pet Wessen.]
It's alright, Wessen. I'm fine...
[While Alfons' tone is sincere, his eyes are anything but.
Suddenly, the Chanter flicks off again, leaving silence and black.]
[[OOC: Alfons hates his mun right now. ;~; Yeah, he's been hiding it. And the only one who knows about it is poor little Wessen.]]
Alfons is across the room, sat down on the floor and leaning back against the wall as he quietly reads a book, looking nothing shy of comfortable and content. A few moments later, his brows furrow slightly and he sets the book down in his lap. He clears his throat a few times, looking worried for a moment before he seems to calm down a bit. He picks the book back up again, then suddenly drops it, taking in a loud, raspy breath. Quickly, he raises his hands to cover his mouth, eyes darting towards the door of his room for a moment, obviously concerned about the Elrics or Echo hearing him. It's clear that Alfons is coughing heavily behind his hands, his whole body shaking and lurching every so often. After a few moments, small red trails seep out from between his fingers.
With a worried mewl of a noise, Wessen dashes past the Mirror and hops down off of the bed to settle in next to Alfons. The creature sits down beside him and moves to nuzzle against his leg. Alfons looks a little more pained for a moment, then calms down a bit. A few more breaths and the coughing has passed. Alfons glances at his hands, swallowing thickly before reaching into his back pocket for a small white cloth--white, save for a few faded red stains over the fabric--and wipes his hand and mouth off, then goes to pet Wessen.]
It's alright, Wessen. I'm fine...
[While Alfons' tone is sincere, his eyes are anything but.
Suddenly, the Chanter flicks off again, leaving silence and black.]
[[OOC: Alfons hates his mun right now. ;~; Yeah, he's been hiding it. And the only one who knows about it is poor little Wessen.]]