38 - yuck.

[lamb_of_gold]

[It's a very SMRT idea to go somewhere very cold in the beginnings of winter when you are very anemic and otherwise Bleah-feeling.

Very smrt.

Mu brings about half his bed this time - a rough pile of beaten furs and knitted wool - and, of course himself, with his hair braided back loosely and poorly. He's IN the bed, a lump of curled - up miserableness. Saint he may be, but completely impervious to illness he is not. Especially when he's a moron about his own wellbeing.


He really hopes Shion isn't around to laugh at him.]

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[lamb_of_gold]

You need it more than I do right now.

[contract_star]

Both of you, lie down.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Glares at him and obeys, flopping onto the blankets.] There. My position has changed. Satisfied?

[lamb_of_gold]

Properly.

[contract_star]

Both of you.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Rests the back of her wrist over her eyes] You heard the man.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Vanishes and returns with another thick blanket and lies down on it]

[contract_star]

[Leans back against the side of the bed and closes his eyes, rubbing his forehead.]

[lamb_of_gold]

Aren't we a wonderous bunch?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[A soft chuckle] An extraordinary trio.