[26 | voice, Japanese | backdated to Monday]

[sweetdeath]

... Ow, my head. Um-- I, uh, I hope I haven't been gone too - shit!

[Locked from Muraki]

Hope I haven't been gone too long! And I'm gonna be getting out of here as fast as I can. It's not still snowing out there, is it?

[Locked to Hisoka]

I'm - I'm sorry about that. [rustling of cloth and footsteps in the background as he speaks] I really didn't think I was going to get sick... What happened? I don't remember a lot of it. What day is this?

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[cinnagami.livejournal.com]

I promise to stay on my side of the futon.

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[refracted-green.livejournal.com]

I said--

...

Fine. You can sleep on the floor, then.

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[cinnagami.livejournal.com]

But Hisokaaaaa.

[That was the reaction he'd been looking for - complete with blush, even. Tsuzuki couldn't hold back a grin.]

Can I have a blanket, at least? I'll get cold.

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[refracted-green.livejournal.com]

...Maybe.

[He understood what Tsuzuki was trying to do. But he'd let him. It felt better, like things were going back to normal. Like Tsuzuki really was back.]

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[cinnagami.livejournal.com]

I guess that'll have to do...

[He trailed off dramatically, balling his coat up into a pillow, and stretched out on the side of Hisoka's futon. There was plenty of room left, really.]

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[refracted-green.livejournal.com]

[Ignoring Tsuzuki, Hisoka sat at one of the desks, picked up the book lying on it, and flipped through the pages to find where he'd left off.]

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[cinnagami.livejournal.com]

[Tsuzuki smiled to himself, stretching out more comfortably, and hardly had time to think about relaxing before he was asleep.]