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Who: Kazutaka Muraki freundlichertod, The Medicine Seller
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Where: The Hospital
When: August 9th
Rating: G to PG
Summary: Tea party with mad doctor!
the log: The Medicine Seller was, if anything, a patient man. It had been several weeks ago when he and Muraki had originally decided to meet. It was only recently that a time had finally been settled on, and the place was simple enough. Considering that he'd spent the past few weeks at the hospital for a variety of reasons, he wasn't too terribly far from it ever now, medicine box and all.
The Medicine Seller had arrived early. May as well, he had other things to attend to at the hospital, after all, before he would finally seek out a place.
He had even gone as far as to set things up. Well, as well he should, he was the one with the tea leaves. Thankfully, boiling water wasn't all that hard, and it hadn't taken long to just gather enough snow to use in it. It was fine, and the water was fresh. After all, it didn't get much fresher than the newly fallen layer of pure white snow outside. A small box of tea was open and resting on the table he now sat at, a tea pot and two rather decorative, pretty little cups all ready for use. The smell of freshly brewed tea was in the air, fragrant and sweet, with a small jar of honey in the center of the table.
As for the Medicine Seller, well...
He was waiting for the other man before he'd even touch his cup, of course. Still no bandanna, his hair neatly pinned up for now, hands folded on his lap. He almost looked like a statue there, unmoving, the many layers of silk that made up his outfit hiding the rise and fall of breathing. He seemed content to sit and listen to the sounds in the hall, and watch the fall of snow through the window in the room, his expression impossible to read behind the markings.
ksuriuri_san
Where: The Hospital
When: August 9th
Rating: G to PG
Summary: Tea party with mad doctor!
the log: The Medicine Seller was, if anything, a patient man. It had been several weeks ago when he and Muraki had originally decided to meet. It was only recently that a time had finally been settled on, and the place was simple enough. Considering that he'd spent the past few weeks at the hospital for a variety of reasons, he wasn't too terribly far from it ever now, medicine box and all.
The Medicine Seller had arrived early. May as well, he had other things to attend to at the hospital, after all, before he would finally seek out a place.
He had even gone as far as to set things up. Well, as well he should, he was the one with the tea leaves. Thankfully, boiling water wasn't all that hard, and it hadn't taken long to just gather enough snow to use in it. It was fine, and the water was fresh. After all, it didn't get much fresher than the newly fallen layer of pure white snow outside. A small box of tea was open and resting on the table he now sat at, a tea pot and two rather decorative, pretty little cups all ready for use. The smell of freshly brewed tea was in the air, fragrant and sweet, with a small jar of honey in the center of the table.
As for the Medicine Seller, well...
He was waiting for the other man before he'd even touch his cup, of course. Still no bandanna, his hair neatly pinned up for now, hands folded on his lap. He almost looked like a statue there, unmoving, the many layers of silk that made up his outfit hiding the rise and fall of breathing. He seemed content to sit and listen to the sounds in the hall, and watch the fall of snow through the window in the room, his expression impossible to read behind the markings.