haori: (Tore your soul out of your chest)
[A hand drops from the screen, showing Ukitake laying in bed, his hair flowing over the sheets and his bare shoulder, his yukata having slipped down.  But he doesn't seem to notice, or care.  He gives a long-suffering sigh.]

If anyone could...make me some tea, I would be very happy.

[He makes no move to do any of this himself.  But Ukitake also doesn't seem to be sick, just...lazy.]

And for your hard work, you could...even be rewarded with a kiss.

[...Oh dear.]


[ooc:  Dearest Ukitake has Sloth.  And Lust.  Yep.]

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