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[Private RP] Skivingitis, fakeatosis, you name it.

Mar 13, 2007 00:14

[Where] The Hospital Wing.
[Who] Marluxia Vinea and Yazoo Svetlonov.
[When] Late morning, during a break between lessons.
[Warnings] None. Snark?

( Hn. No one remained genuinely sick for this long. )

yazoo, marluxia

Comments 4

devilsrosesnare March 13 2007, 03:33:29 UTC

Marluxia was, to say the least, sick. He had faked being sick before but only twice in his life prior had he been sick like he was now. The first time this had happened had been when he was a kid and his father insisted that his sickness was because of his half-blood. The second occurrence of the nasty flu he had caught was in his second year. It was then that Saix had taken care of him. It was also then that he had caught pneumonia.

He had almost caught it this time, too.

Lucky for him he had come to the hospital wing in time and was now quickly getting better. In fact, he felt much healthier, though the nurses would still not let him leave. He found that sleep occupied much of his time and distracted him from boredom. Marluxia had been about to doze off again when a voice caused him to frown.

"They'll figure out you're feigning sooner or later, Vinea."

"I'm not feigning anything, Svetlonov, I assure you."

backstreetrat March 13 2007, 20:40:05 UTC

Slim arms folded across his chest, the long dark sleeves of his robes rolled right up to his elbows along with the shirt and jersey, leaving his slender forearms bare and exposed as they crossed over his uniform. A thin smirk settled on his lips, and he tossed his head with a soft 'hn' noise.

"I'm sure you're not," he replied, his rolling words practically dripping with thick sarcasm. Tilting his head rather gracefully to one side, he allowed the smirk to broaden, before sliding bright emerald pools over toward the object he had placed on the desk.

"A gift for you. I assumed you'd be missing your friends back in the greenhouses."

In its clay pot, the small vine breathed softly, leaves ruffling with each intake of carbon dioxide.

Yazoo tilted his head the other way, drumming slender fingers softly against his lips as he observed the boy's state. Hn. He didn't seem ill... then again, the nurses didn't exactly have a place for anyone who was faking.

devilsrosesnare March 14 2007, 00:51:27 UTC

"I have better things to be doing with my time then wasting it here." Marluxia snapped, eyes shifting to look at the plant. He did have to admit, to himself anyway, that it was nice to see a plant.

"Hm. This one is really the best you could find?"

backstreetrat March 15 2007, 19:58:21 UTC

"Of course not," the young Russian replied somewhat snippily, 'hmph'ing softly to himself as he folded his arms and admired the plant, reaching out momentarily to stroke a pair of long slender fingers over one of the leaves.

His eyes raised and he smiled thinly, recrossing his arms with a pout.

"I would have loved to bring a Devil's Snare in and set it on your good skiving self... however, they are somewhat difficult to conceal and smuggle in."