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[unlucky_blood]

This is the open muse-spam for
Kamui ✘ [unlucky_blood ] @ NA

✘ All characters are allowed to interact. Be them in game or not.
✘ It's an IC spam thread so please only character journals.
✘ 4th walling is allowed.
✘ Doubles are also allowed.
✘ Thread-jumping is love.
✘ Wank is not appreciated and OOC matters should be left out.
This is a place for general fun

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[bloodseal_soul]

[fsdlksdjfsda sneeze. But he wanted to see him, so he came. He'll just. Give a little knock on the door. It's a one in a million shot that he might be home, but.

Huh. Maybe he should have called first.]

[unlucky_blood]

[It's rare that he's ever there any more, spending far more time wandering around than sitting still. This time he actually is, and upon hearing a sneeze his interest it perked in a sense.

Lean out a window, don't bother with the door right now.]

[bloodseal_soul]

[Busy staring at the door. Buuuut. He kind felt someone watching him, so he'll glance to the side and-]

Woah! H-hi.

[unlucky_blood]

[Well, he should have known that it would make this one jump.]

Hm. Is there a reason why you're sneezing and wandering?

[bloodseal_soul]

... I think I have a cold coming on.

I'm not wandering. Not anymore. ... I thought I'd see if you were home.

[unlucky_blood]

I thought the general idea was for rest when you're ill.

Why?

[bloodseal_soul]

I have been. And it's just a head cold, the rest of me feels fine.

...

[Bluuuush. The edge of a pout. Why, Kamui?]

[unlucky_blood]

You should be back in your own home.

[Wait a minute. That look?]

Once again, you're ill.

[bloodseal_soul]

[Another sneeze. Darn it, body. Make his point for him. ... he knows Kamui's right, but. He can't help it. It's been a long while.]

... I know, but... just for a little while? I'll be gone soon, promise.

[unlucky_blood]

[A lengthened silence before a rather frustrated sigh.]

The door is open. If you get any worse then i'll personally take you back home.

[bloodseal_soul]

[Score. And he didn't even have to resort to the Looks, either. Al beams, and with a click of the latch heads through the door.]

I won't get any worse. And you won't get sick, either, will you?

[unlucky_blood]

[Somehow this might well come back to haunt him one day, and there's a rather sceptical look over.]

That's easy to say, and no I won't.

[bloodseal_soul]

[Oh come on. Since when does he ever have anything up his sleeve? But he'll shut the door and lean back against it with that smile -- and hold out his arms, all hopefully. Smiiiiile?]

[unlucky_blood]

[Oh no, not this time. Not right now. Pointing to that sofa over there.]

Sit.

[bloodseal_soul]

[Bummer. The smile dims a little bit, but he'll go and head over to the couch anyway, settling down. No matter what he says, he does look more comfortable like that.]

[unlucky_blood]

[And now comes the tricky task of trying to find something that a person would eat. Maybe there's still some of that instant soup.]

Why aren't you at home, the real reason.