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lamb_of_gold) wrote in
realityshifted2009-01-24 11:29 am
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Mu hasn't been looking too well recently. Not outright sick, just unwell. He's standing by the Kitchen, leaning on one of the counters with his elbow. Something is cooking beside him, and he's clearly waiting for it to finish, but his posture is unusually tight. His hair is, uncharacteristically, free from any bonds, hanging loosely down to his hips. His head is resting atop clasped hands because the GendouPose is contagious. His look is distant.

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[He wanders to another counter and uncovers several wedges of dough, which he brings back over and proceeds to roll out and flatten, making noodles about the size and width of his thumb. He throws these in the pot]
Keeping busy seems to help.
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...What are you making?
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[Ladles out a pair of big bowls and hands one to him]
There you are. Is warming and filling. The nomads are fond of it.
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Delicious as always. Though I might be biased since I've been living on coconuts.
[He stirs his soup a little.]
You're sure you're alright, Mu?
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I will be fine, Hei.
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[He's half done with the bowl before he speaks again.] Mu, there's something I wanted to ask you.
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I will help you, if that is what you desire.
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