"Huh ...."
Blonde, bedraggled hair fell lifelessly against a grubby cheek, its owner half sitting though nearly falling off the bench in front of the train station. Forearms rested atop thighs, left hand dangling between knees while fingers of the her right hand brushed across a flushed, heated forehead before drifting down past temples, cheeks and
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I would very much appreciate it, though to be honest I'm not sure how well it'll work against a killer cold. But it couldn't hurt, could it?
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Couldn't hurt at all. Otherwise, I can make you some soup.
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Soup is always appreciated.
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[Though... she's thinking of the kind of suit that Scrooge wore when she met him in Radiant Garden.
It takes about twenty minutes for her to cook and head over. Mostly because she had to find a container to put the soup in, but she gets there, knocks and heads inside.]
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[Ahahaha, no. Elena's suit is a whole lot nicer than that. And darker too. Blake was the only way to go.
She's stretched across one of the medical beds, an arm resting over her eyes and forehead, breath wheezy. It had taken her a good amount of energy just to get there and the rest was very helpful. So much so she didn't hear the footsteps leading to outside the room until there's a knock and the door opens.]
A-ah? Who?
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[Aqua smiles and peeks in, holding up the soup.]
It's Aqua, how're you feeling?
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