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[darc_nidellia]

Who: Darc and Vaarsuvius
When: Friday evening
Where: 29C
Summery: Darc goes to check on V, making one final attempt to return the favour for saving Izaya
Warnings: Darc’s language, snarkiness, probable angst

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[explosive_runes]

"Oh for the love of--"

The elf swung the door open.

"Yujinn, I told you I--Darc."

Vaarsuvius immediately ducked further in the room away from the door, getting away from the light, but the moment s/he had been in the doorway had been long enough to see exactly how unhealthy s/he was--pallid skin, dark circles, pronounced veins, and at this point, beginning to rival fifty pounds underweight.

"What are you doing here?"

[darc_nidellia]

A fleeting look of surprise crossed the half-breed's small, pointed face as he caught sight of the elf; even after s/he'd ducked back into the room, he could see her clearly enough thanks to his Drakyr heritage. S/he hadn't looked like that the last time he'd seen hir. Still, his expression swiftly transmuted back into its customary scowl as he continued to regard hir, and he took a tentative step into the doorway, eyes narrowed as he continued to watch hir.

'Returning a favour,' he stated bluntly, before adding, 'you do realise you need to eat to stay alive, right?'

[explosive_runes]

"By the elven gods."

Vaarsuvius had to lean against the desk to stay upright. The lack of food was taking its toll on hir stamina and balance, and actually standing was a bit of a chore now, but like hell was she ever going to let on to it.

"Get out. I requested you not come here, did I not?"

[darc_nidellia]

Darc's scowl deepend a little and a low, warning growl rumbled at the back of his throat as he took in the other's response; he did not appreciate being spoken to like that, and if it hadn't been for the fact that he could quite clearly perceive that the elf could barely keep hirself upright - yes, he was far more perceptive to physical cues then to emotional ones, apparently - and that he could smell the faint yet unmistakable scent of death beginning to emanate from hir, he would have turned on his heel and left immediately. Still...anyone with eyes would have been able to pick up on the fact that s/he was severely unwell...and s/he had prevented death from claiming both himself and Izaya...so he gritted his teeth and attempting to make one last attempt at offering some kind of assistance.

'Yeah, and I remember telling you to leave me the hell alone after...'he still couldn't quite bring himself to say it out loud, 'after the other week, but you didn't, so you can fucking put up with me now. Answer my question.'