21st Blood

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[As soon as Arcueid picks up the phone, she coughs a little bit, followed immediately by a "bleh" sound.]Shiki was right! Drinking milk and lemonade will make you throw up

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[artwithknives]

You...

[makemebreakfast]

What?

You were right! Aren't you supposed to say something like [Insert horrible impression of Shiki here.] "Of course I was right, you idiot. I can't believe you still went and tried it. I told you, so don't come crying to me."

[artwithknives]

Mm.

Maybe.

[makemebreakfast]

[Wait...this doesn't sound right.]

Shiki, what's wrong? You never miss an opportunity to call me an idiot.

[artwithknives]

Huh? I guess I'm a little worried but...you shouldn't really bother about it.

[makemebreakfast]

Worried? About what?

[artwithknives]

Reisen...isn't around.

[makemebreakfast]

[This is normally where Arcueid would say something stupid...except the tone in Shiki's voice left no room for misunderstanding.]

I'm...coming over.

[artwithknives]

You don't have to.

[makemebreakfast]

Just stay in the house.

[With that, Arcueid hangs up...and is knocking on the door in like...two minutes flat.]

[artwithknives]

[JUST CHILLING ON THE COUCH

He's too bummed to actually...open the door.]

[makemebreakfast]

[Oh, screw it. Arcueid just walks right in...and gives Shiki a pained look.]

Hi...

[artwithknives]

Hey, Arcueid.

[makemebreakfast]

[Arcueid just flops down in a chair nearby, folding her hands up in her lap and just giving Shiki a concerned look.]

Are you...okay?

[artwithknives]

Does it seem like there's something wrong? I thought I was fine.

[makemebreakfast]

[Arcueid narrows her eyes at Shiki for a second, but returns her face to a more gentle gaze.]

How long have you been sitting on that couch?