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[Daichi appears suddenly on the Plane. He brought his bed with him, apparently. He's flopped on it rather haphazardly, face-down. He's only resting on one very lumpy pillow; the other one (which is slowly spewing foam from a rather nasty tear) is under his left foot. His right foot and arm are dangling over the edge, and the blankets are completely in disarray.
Daichi himself looks rather miserable, not to mention exhausted. His glasses are askew, almost completely fallen off, and he has several bruises on his limbs (and a mean looking welt developing on his forehead). Not to mention a muscle is dully pulsing painfully somewhere in his thigh. Instead of his usual casual garb, Daichi's wearing his karate gi. His right arm is out of its sleeve, as if Daichi was in the process to remove his clothing, but found himself too tired and gave up halfway through. When he speaks, his voice is very raspy and scratchy, as if he had been yelling for an extended period of time.]
Tell me somebody in this stupid Space has ice.
Or aspirin.
Daichi himself looks rather miserable, not to mention exhausted. His glasses are askew, almost completely fallen off, and he has several bruises on his limbs (and a mean looking welt developing on his forehead). Not to mention a muscle is dully pulsing painfully somewhere in his thigh. Instead of his usual casual garb, Daichi's wearing his karate gi. His right arm is out of its sleeve, as if Daichi was in the process to remove his clothing, but found himself too tired and gave up halfway through. When he speaks, his voice is very raspy and scratchy, as if he had been yelling for an extended period of time.]
Tell me somebody in this stupid Space has ice.
Or aspirin.
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