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[stalwartcane]

Characters: John Watson, Kurapika
Location: Clinic
Rating: G
Time: November 22, Morning
Description: It was a particularly cold morning.

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[ih8spiders]

Kurapika only really complained about the weather to Kuroro. As far as everyone else was concerned, he endured the variable weather silently, with the kind of clothing he was wearing at any given day as the only indication that he was being affected by the cold. Today he was wearing a nondescript gray sweater over his shirt, one of several jackets he already owned. He thought it looked plain enough for the clinic, whose heater was adequate but not enough to keep the cold from permeating through the thin walls of the building

[stalwartcane]

He had heard Kurapika's approach -- smelled him, too, if Watson could believe his mildly damp nose (he could never tell what it was that he was smelling, exactly) -- but had not deigned to react apart from a vague quirking of his ears and canine eyebrows to look at Kurapika.

Watson was quite all right, but he wasn't certain how to convey that without resorting to speaking. His tail thumped dully on the mattress instead, and he gave a singularly resigned dog sigh to indicate his general disapproval of the coldness in the air. When Germany had built this barn-like clinic, not much of Nevada's coming winter had been accounted for.

[ih8spiders]

Kurapika also knew that Watson didn't like speaking while in dog form, although he wondered if the doctor himself knew how very human his nonverbal reactions were. It was--rather cute. Impossible not to find it endearing, despite the fact that the form supposedly facilitated a quicker descent into madness.

"Is it the cold?" he asked with some amusement, sitting down at the edge of the bed near the headboard. "I didn't think you'd be affected by it as well. It's almost the first thing I complain about when I wake up these days."

[stalwartcane]

Watson sighed again, and a louder thump to show that yes, that was exactly it. He was an old man with various injuries that tended to ache when it was cold -- this time of the year was the beginning of plenty of discomfort, going by the past decade of his life.

Ah, but it seemed that Kurapika was also feeling the effects of the chill? He moved his head to nose at Kurapika's hand, before lowering his snout to bite at the blanket, dragging it up a little as if to share. His eyebrows rose expectantly, despite the rather droopy eyes.