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[kudaran314]

Is there a person named Mushra out there somewhere?

Also, has anyone seen a blond idiot, wearing something near-indecent, most probably drinking his liver out and flirting with anything female? He goes by the name Yohji Kudoh. I'd like to know if he has choked on his puke somewhere.

Comments

[suavekitten]

... Aya? What the hell is- ... Oh.

[Nothing wrong here. Nothing at all. At least that's what he's going for as far as tone wise, but Aya might be able to tell that something isn't right.]

You're not worrying about me, are you?

[kudaran314]

Kudoh. [Hear that? It's a growl, sounds pretty dangerous too.]

Where are you? And where have you been?

...and what's wrong?

[suavekitten]

... How about I let you know when I figure that out, okay? [He'll totally be able to answer at least two of those questions in a minute or two.]

1/2

[kudaran314]

....

2/2

[kudaran314]

Are you hurt?

[suavekitten]

[There's the sound of some shifting, a soft hiss and muffled cursing, and then a soft thump, as if the journal just fell onto the floor. When Yohji speaks up again, it sounds like he's a little further away.]

I'm alright.

This... isn't my room. I think it's the clinic.

[kudaran314]

....

[There's a lengthy pause, then a bit hesitant,] Need assistance?

[suavekitten]

I need a cigarette. [sigh] It's not bad.

[kudaran314]

Hn. I'm not far. So I'll come by. [Obviously not that easily convinced.]

[suavekitten]

Aya... [He could argue, but this is one he knows he would lose. And he wouldn't actually mind seeing Aya, anyway, to be honest.]

[Another sigh.] Alright.

[kudaran314]

Five minutes. [His way of warning Yohji, and probably letting him know that Aya already knows where he is at the clinic. Assuming Yohji really is there?]