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snowblindrpg2017-01-05 11:02 pm
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[Log] The man who discovered copper died penniless. [closed]
Characters: Undertaker and Death the Kid
Location: House 67
Date: Early evening, 195
Summary: Two reapers run into each other a second time.
Warnings: None aside from a deathly ill Kid.
67: A standard single-story house with a kitchen, living room, dining room, bathroom, and bedroom. The house is decorated with items from various nations on Earth. Whoever lived here probably liked to travel. The bed in the bedroom has been dismantled. The metal frame remains, but some of the screws are gone. The mattress has been torn up, with the fabric removed from it and the foam inside having pieces missing from it.
Location: House 67
Date: Early evening, 195
Summary: Two reapers run into each other a second time.
Warnings: None aside from a deathly ill Kid.
67: A standard single-story house with a kitchen, living room, dining room, bathroom, and bedroom. The house is decorated with items from various nations on Earth. Whoever lived here probably liked to travel. The bed in the bedroom has been dismantled. The metal frame remains, but some of the screws are gone. The mattress has been torn up, with the fabric removed from it and the foam inside having pieces missing from it.
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[He would have commented that they're not all that uncommon in his era, but he leaves it at that as his expression subtly softens. His thumb rests beneath the center locket, pointer finger gently holding it from above. They give it's frame a habitual little rub, before he eases the chain back down to where it was resting, before.]
They're very important to me. [For once, he actually sounds serious. But in the next moment he's brushed it off. Turning, he plops himself on the opposite cushion between his messenger bag and backpack.]
What did you get, then? Anything interesting?
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I haven't been on the network much today, so didn't realize that several people got items from home.
[Pulling his legs up onto the couch, he leans against the backpack that's sitting directly beside him. It's easy to miss, considering Kid and the bag take up just a single cushion.
Undertaker's limited vision may make it difficult to catch, but the hand closer to Kid's torso grips the strap of the backpack protectively and he pulls it just a bit closer--an action potentially just so he can lean easier
no it isn't it's so you don't touch or even think about touching this backpack.] Nothing terribly interesting.no subject
[He can't see the movement, but he does hear the almost inaudible creak of Kid's hand tightening over the backpack's strap. Which just makes Undertaker grin as he turns the attention away from his own returned item and onto the smaller reaper's.]
No death scythe for you either, hm? [Reaching over, he pokes at Kid's cheek with one finger in a taunt.] But I'm sure it isn't as boring as you're making it out.
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Considering that a deathscythe would be a person and even your poor vision would have noticed them by now, then yes--you are correct in your assumption.
[Just because Kid is typically too polite to point it out does not mean he hasn't noticed that your vision is shit, Undertaker.] I believe we had a conversation before about this. Besides, any deathscythe from my home would be unable to access their Weapon form. [Kid hesitates, before allowing himself a quiet sigh.] And I would not want the Weapons I work with to be here, under any circumstances.
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[But he pulls his hand back and takes his hat off, setting it on the back of the sofa with a little toss. The blanket's pulled over him with the other, legs folding themselves up before him with his feet resting on the very edge of the seat. With his height, it looks a bit odd but he seems to be as comfortable as he can be.]
I would have liked my own scythe back, but it isn't also a person. I do miss it some, all the same. [Dropping his head some, his bangs shift forward and partly out of his face. Half of one yellow-green eye peers at Kid in profile, still glowing faintly.]
And how did you know I'm near sighted?
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He tilts his head slightly, turning so his remaining eye can see the older reaper.]
Mannerisms. Primarily however, when you have wanted to see something clearly you have leaned in close. [Kid coughs weakly, clearing his throat.] To the tablet screen, or in person.
[Rubbing his eye, he mumbles:] I was sure of it when I realized my ability to see distance was evidently better in my right eye and I was doing the same thing.
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[That's all he says about it for a moment, hand tapping lightly on one knee. He was cold, too, but the longer he huddled most of his body beneath the blanket the less he felt like shivering.]
How's your own eye doing?
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[Grump grump grump.
He might eventually feel warmer, but constantly running a fever left him feeling frozen. He curls tighter beneath his makeshift blanket.] It is healing as best it can. No worse for wear, anyway.
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[And seeing how Kid is still shivering, he leans over to the opposite side and unties a throw pillow from his messenger bag's strap. Which he then plops onto Kid's lap, along with the stuffed triceratops he unpins from his backpack.]
Insulating helps. I have a clown hat as well, if you'd like it.
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[Just because he's never been able to warm up doesn't mean he's not going to try. It might be the definition of insanity, but he'll try to get himself some extra heat regardless.] It's never warmer. Claire reminded me that running a fever leaves one feeling cold despite being warm.
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[He would've liked to see how ridiculous it looked on the younger reaper, but he'd figured Kid wouldn't go for it. Nevertheless, he just settles further into his own side of the sofa.]
But that's true. They still might make you a bit more comfortable, at least. Have you been taking your medicine?
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[He tilts under his makeshift covers, frowning. He's not in any rush to wear a clown hat, but the idea of having covered ears, even for a little bit? Sounds nice.]
You sound like Dr. Watson, asking about medicine. I don't take the cough medicine during the daytime usually, and I had nothing with me in the maze. But I took everything when I got out...didn't have a choice. [The just-audible wheezing is indicative of Kid's point, but he doesn't complain too much. Altogether, he's trying to follow instructions. The aggressive doctoring is something Kid isn't used to: a quick trip to the infirmary and being left to his own devices is how he's handled being sick or injured most of his life. Needing much more attention than that is really more than he'd like.]
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[It would do both, and also look fairly amusing on the naturally somber teen. Rifling through his backpack again, he finds the hat buried nearly at the bottom and pulls it out.
It's made from felt and adequately ridiculous">. Gripping either side of the brim with his fingertips, Undertaker momentarily leans over to fit it onto the smaller death god's head. At the very least, it's slightly warmer than nothing and it mostly covers up those vexing lines in Kid's hair.]
Dr. Watson is a good doctor, that's why. It'd be best to follow his example, don't you think? [Once the hat's settled, he leans away again and resituates himself.]
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Dr. Watson is an excellent physician, but he is not the best at taking care of himself--it may not be best to suggest I follow his example. And I believe the saying is that doctors make terrible patients.