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Characters: verdant_lotus and sandsworn
Location: CC 9M
Rating: Awkward Pg-13?
Time: August 23rd, late afternoon
Description: Lee bargained himself out of the clinic in his first meeting with Watson, but gained himself a patient in the process.
Lee filled a glass from the pitcher, looking out the kitchen window. The havoc wreaked by the frogs was clearly visible, and he itched to head outside and get started on helping. Gaara would be fine alone, he rationalized, and Watson had said that light exercise was fine. Lee selectively ignored the part where he'd had to argue a good twenty minutes for that concession, as well as where Watson had said fifty pushups and two laps only. He knew his own body, and he was fine. He took worse scrapes than the ones on his arm in spars, after all. It was nothing to worry about.
The part that stopped him was that he had agreed to keep a constant watch on Gaara. It was the only reason they weren't both in the clinic right now. The Chuunin glanced toward the bedroom. There wasn't as much privacy as would've been ideal. The apartments at Casualty Communal weren't very large, and what passed as the bedroom was really little more than a dresser and bed tucked away, both visible from the kitchen. He'd initially planned to sleep on the couch at Gaara's place while fulfilling his duties.
The damage from the frogs, though, had taken away that option. At least Gaara seemed to actually be laying down and resting, instead of browsing the networks. He seemed to have a keen ability to find the most awkward things possible and latch onto them. Like Pepper's post. Lee just counted himself fortunate that the Kazekage had seemed too tired to really pursue the issue. Lee stepped into the bedroom and set the glass down on the nightstand, careful to make enough noise. Ninja tended to be light sleepers, and tended to react violently to an assumed attack. He didn't know if Gaara had the same habits, considering, but still. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
Location: CC 9M
Rating: Awkward Pg-13?
Time: August 23rd, late afternoon
Description: Lee bargained himself out of the clinic in his first meeting with Watson, but gained himself a patient in the process.
Lee filled a glass from the pitcher, looking out the kitchen window. The havoc wreaked by the frogs was clearly visible, and he itched to head outside and get started on helping. Gaara would be fine alone, he rationalized, and Watson had said that light exercise was fine. Lee selectively ignored the part where he'd had to argue a good twenty minutes for that concession, as well as where Watson had said fifty pushups and two laps only. He knew his own body, and he was fine. He took worse scrapes than the ones on his arm in spars, after all. It was nothing to worry about.
The part that stopped him was that he had agreed to keep a constant watch on Gaara. It was the only reason they weren't both in the clinic right now. The Chuunin glanced toward the bedroom. There wasn't as much privacy as would've been ideal. The apartments at Casualty Communal weren't very large, and what passed as the bedroom was really little more than a dresser and bed tucked away, both visible from the kitchen. He'd initially planned to sleep on the couch at Gaara's place while fulfilling his duties.
The damage from the frogs, though, had taken away that option. At least Gaara seemed to actually be laying down and resting, instead of browsing the networks. He seemed to have a keen ability to find the most awkward things possible and latch onto them. Like Pepper's post. Lee just counted himself fortunate that the Kazekage had seemed too tired to really pursue the issue. Lee stepped into the bedroom and set the glass down on the nightstand, careful to make enough noise. Ninja tended to be light sleepers, and tended to react violently to an assumed attack. He didn't know if Gaara had the same habits, considering, but still. "How are you feeling?" he asked.