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Cough 021 - [Video Post]
[The feed opens with the sight of Ukitake coughing into his free hand. Luckily, no blood can be spottted. Yet.]
Ungh...my apologies. Even with the weather clearing up, it seems that it has finally caught up with me. [Cough.] It's what I get for traipsing about in the snow.
[He tucks himself into bed, propped up on pillows again. This is a normal pose for the Shinigami, as friends have and will come to know. Sniffling, he speaks again.]
I should be back to myself within a week or tw--
[There must have been a tickle in his throat because he's coughing violently now, red visible through the cracks of his fingers before the feed ends.]
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....How are you feeling?
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[He thinks about leaving it at that, but isn't their relationship a little deeper now? He doesn't know.]
Very sore, raw. Tired.
Kind of miss you.
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I miss you too.
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[He tries to laugh, but it turns into another coughing fit.]
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[Frowns just a bit.]
Are you okay?
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...More or less.
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Do you want me to come over?
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If you're not afraid of a little bit of blood, that is.
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I will be there as quick as I can.
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You're very welcome, Ukitake.
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How are you feeling now?
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[But his excitement became too much and his breathing turned into another fit, though it didn't last as long as the last one.]
...I'm sorry.
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It's okay, you don't need to apologize.
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I wish you didn't have to see me like this. I must look pretty pathetic.
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[...they were what? She still didn't know that and she wasn't going to ask him about that now.]
...friends and regardless of the situation, well, friends are meant to be there for each other.
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You're always so kind to me, Rinoa-chan.
[He leaned his head just so, in order to rub his cheek against her hand on his shoulder. It was the most he could do without getting any blood on her.]
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Well, it's only natural to worry and always be there for the people we care about.
[She smiled a bit before moving her hand and resting it against his cheek, her fingertips lightly caressing his skin.]
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What's wrong?
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