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I. Morning
[Depending on where you are, you have two options. On the one hand, you might see the little apprentice wandering the shops in Genessia--or trying to, anyway--if you're out and about Saturday morning. He's bundled up more than actually necessary, at least for inside, and he's quite a bit paler than usual. But he's got a list in hand, and looks cheerful enough as it is.

He's only been out shopping for a bit when the idea strikes him to invite others along. So on the video feed goes, Luke waving at the camera cheerfully.

His solution to Weiss, Satsuki and Sun (and everyone) arguing about the Guardian elections is to completely ignore it. The fact that he sounds like lukewarm death when he talks because his voice is so hoarse from coughing is ~~an afterthought~~ one that never even crosses his mind.]

It's almost Christmas! I know everyone is talking about the elections, but we can't forget that we should be getting ready to exchange gifts too. I thought I'd try and get my shopping done early so-- [My, that is some terrible coughing. Who would want to shop with you? At least he covers his mouth.] --so if you want to shop today, you should come out!

Um. I promise I'm not that sick, too! And, um, I wash my hands a lot too. Honest.

II. Early Afternoon

[This time when Luke turns the video feed on, he looks about 90% less cheerful. He's sitting in a little chair, holding what looks like a small paper cup in both hands. His cheeks are flushed and there's muffled talking off screen. There's a white wall behind him. It looks like he might be in a security office, sick as a ~~dog~~ very sick apprentice.

When he tries to talk this time, he hardly has a voice. He can hardly get the words out loud enough that they can be heard.]

...um, if you wanted something from the tea shop? It's going to be closed for a few days. I'm sorry.

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Not long after Luke made his way back to his apartment there was a rather sudden and chilly draft blowing through his apartment. Did he leave the window open? Because it was open now! Unless-

A rather heavily dressed figure came into focus all at once, already in the process of wrapping both arms around his shoulders, a familiar blue sphere squishing itself into his cheek. Fortunately the hug hadn't been too harsh or sudden. He had a hot cup after all. "Luke! Luuuke! You're sick! Siiiiiick!"

It was Koishi, of course. She drifted back, several flakes of snow still clinging to the brim of her hat. She was in her usual winter attire but had a rather heavy white capelet. It crossed over to her right side in the front and buttoned quite snugly and the entire inside was lined with black fur, wrapping up and around the edges and fluffing up to make a small muffler. Certainly good for keeping warm in such cold weather.

"Luke what were you thinking? Going out when you're sick? I was going to come right away but Sis suggested I bring soup later instead. So I did..." She was twiddling. "I put it inside on the table because it was hot and I didn't want to spill it on you. I can bring a bowl though, okay? Wait here." And without really waiting for Luke to respond, she unbuttoned the capelet and spread it over his lap to help keep him warm before running off, closing the window, and zipping into the kitchen.

Not a minute later he'd have a very large bowl some kind of stew with lots of vegetables and a meat that certainly was not chicken (but was absolutely delicious either way) all in a tomato-pepper broth that had just enough kick to help his congestion a bit.

Edited (Clarity) 2015-12-12 08:45 (UTC)

Luke is actually asleep when Koishi shows up. The cup he was holding was thankfully empty before he nodded off, the blanket that he'd slipped over his shoulders having slid off long before she'd arrived. He hadn't even noticed the sudden chill in the room, the figure coming into focus--not until there was a disembodied eye pressing itself into his cheek.

Only then did he open his eyes, blinking blearily. Instead of being startled, he just levels his gaze on Koishi almost confusedly, thinking. Koishi's third eye nestled against his cheek felt pleasantly cool to his throbbing head, and if Koishi had any sense of what a normal human's body temperature ought to be she'd notice that Luke's was much warmer than it should be.

Koishi has gone on and on about telling him that he's sick, that she's brought soup, left it on the counter, something about spilling--all of that, and Luke is still staring at her almost confusedly, before finally: "Koishi?" He coughs, and it's wet and hard, and he swallows the ache in his throat. "I didn' feel that bad this morning."

She's already placed the capelet on his lap and darted off, and he instinctively curls under it for the additional warmth with a shiver. Then the blur is back--to his tired eyes, anyway, it's a blur--with a huge bowl of soup. He can't really smell it, but it looks good enough. Even still, he doesn't have much of an appetite.

But a gentleman isn't rude to a guest.

"D'you want tea?" Luke mumbles sleepily, stirring the soup and taking a small sip of broth with a piece of carrot. "Thanks for th'soup," he adds. His voice is still the same hoarse whisper from the early afternoon, almost entirely gone.

"No I don't want tea!" She pouted some, removing her gloves and setting them on the corner of the nearest table. She moved around to pick up the blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders again. "If anyone needs tea it's you. That's why I brought some." She vanished, but only for a moment, returning with a cup of steaming tea. It was disgustingly heavy with a harsh, sweet taste, but it almost instantly soothed his throat making it a bit easier to talk and swallow.

"I know about sick humans. I lived in the mountains where the snow would fall very very thick in the winter. I've met lots of sick travelers and we helped some of them. Also, I've seen humans take care of other sick humans before and read their mind. I know what to do."

Never mind some of this knowledge probably dated back to feudal Japan.

A pleasantly cool hand settled on his forehead, Koishi leaning forward to look at his face. "How do you feel? What hurts? I can't read minds so I can't know unless you tell me." Already Koishi's aura was starting to fill the room, attempting to gently lift his spirits.

The tea was much easier than the soup, and he took another small sip. It was cloyingly sweet like when his mother used to slip medicine in his tea and try to cover the taste but he didn't have the energy to really care.

Luke's gaze met Koishi's, his eyes tired. For a long moment he considers lying. Saying he really didn't feel that badly, especially after a little rest.

He decides against that and shrinks under the blanket. "Everything," He mumbles. "I really didn't feel so bad when I went out. I've had a little bit of a cough for a week but it hasn't gotten worse so I thought it was okay."

Koishi tilted her head a bit, inching over next to Luke again and sort of half-sitting in the air, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and squeezing. "You should take care of yourself more or things will always end up this bad." She rubbed his shoulder. "The tea will make you feel better. It's got some roots and bark and flowers in it and a spoonful of honey too. But be sure to eat the soup too to keep your strength up, okay?"

She stayed there for another moment before moving in front of him again, leaning in so she was more on his level. "Do you want me to pick up some medicine? I'm not a healer so I can't really use magic but I can go get something to make you feel better. Do you want me to do that? If you tell me what your sickness is called I can go ask for something to help... Or I could get you a book if you want to read. Or something..." She looked very concerned. "Your face and head are so warm. Aren't you hot? Do you want something chilly? A cold rag or some water?"

She had a bit of knowledge on how to help him it was clear, but she wanted to do a lot more. "I could even take you to a doctor if you wanted me to."

"M'not hot," he mumbles, taking a small sip of tea. "M'cold."

Luke glanced up at Koishi and rubbed his eyes, wishing she'd stop asking questions. His cold had settled deep in his chest and he felt miserable--there wasn't much to do but wait for it to pass.

"I don' want to go t'the doctor. I have a cold," ~~less-than-well-planning apprentice probably has pneumonia but don't tell him that~~. "The security guard said I should rest."

Luke is too polite to ask Koishi to be quiet and sit with him, even if that's what he really wants. More than anything he just wants her company. "I don't think I can read now. M'head hurts too much..."

Koishi is watching expectantly. The bowl of soup looks good though he has no desire to eat it. He takes another sip of broth if only to show that he's trying.

Koishi did quiet down when he took another sip of tea. She didn't know what a "cold" was but she wanted to make him feel better at least. She sat down next to him, hugging his shoulders again, tendrils sliding from her sleeves and wrapping loosely around him. They were quite warm and helped hold the blanket in place without restricting his movement too badly. "The tea will help soon, okay? The kappa taught me how to make it. They're really good doctors. I brought over lots of goodies for them and I asked for a cold remedy for a human I knew once. It made her feel a lot better and made her face less hot."

She sat like that for several moments, clearly unhappy that he was sick, but her calming and positive aura was being carefully maintained. After all, she wanted him to feel better. Maybe feeling more positive would help with his health a little? Maybe? She had no idea, but she was going to try all the same.

She didn't say anything, but several moments later she began to hum. A tune Luke didn't know, but it had a simple. childlike quality to it. Probably something she picked up centuries ago. When it ended she started on another one, her hand straying to his forehead again. It wasn't as cold as it was before, but compared to his fever it might help a little bit. She'd stay like this until he felt better or asked her to move.

Luke sinks into her side as the tendrils wrap around his shoulders, the warmth slowly stopping his shivering. Ordinarily he'd at least be perturbed by their presence, enough to take at least a moment's pause; for now he takes another sip of the tea and nods. "M'kay, Koishi. Tea, tea..."

He falls silent beyond the occasional sniffle and the wracking cough, and not much time passes before he's drained the cup. Curling into her side, Luke pulls the capelet tighter in his lap and lets his eyes close, listening to Koishi's unfamiliar humming.

By the time she presses a hand to his forehead again, he's sound asleep.

It's probably an hour later when he wakes up again, dazed. Warm tendrils are wrapped around his torso, warding away the chill. He can hear breathing beside him, feel a warm body beside him--Luke glances up, blinking blearily. His fever has dropped and the aches have become discomfort.

He shifts, the first time he's moved much since Koishi's arrival, and looks over to her. He's glad still for the company--there's nothing worse than being miserably ill and alone--and smiles lopsidedly. "Hi Koishi."

Koishi had sat quietly the entire time Luke had been asleep, keeping unusually still, not willing to wake him up. She did need to keep herself preoccupied though to avoid becoming restless, managing to reach the bookshelf with her tendrils. The book she had in her hand wasn't her first selection, as several of his books seemed knocked over or out of place, but it was the one she had managed to pull in. Though her hand was covering the name the cover had the silhouette of a dog on it and she seemed to be nearly through with it.

"Oh. I'm sorry Luke. Did I wake you?" She closed the book quickly, placing a hand on his face, and then his forehead. She was very focused and very visible, her third eye open a bit and resting in her lap. "You're face isn't really warm anymore. That's good." She shifted a bit, a few of the tendrils sliding back up into her sleeve. "Your voice sounds better too. I was really worried Luke. Getting sick is really bad. If you got worse I don't know what I would do."

Already she was fussing over him, gently patting his hair down and straightening the blanket on his shoulders. Her eye drifted up, nudging his shoulder gently. "Do you want some more tea? Can I put the soup in the hot box so it isn't so chilly anymore?" She was probably talking about the microwave. "You'll have to tell me what buttons I should press though." Definitely the microwave.

"No," Luke is careful to keep his voice quiet in an attempt to avoid straining it further. He shifted a bit, hat falling off entirely as he sat back up, rubbing his eyes.

The fussing reminded Luke of his mother when he was sick. It wasn't often that he was ill enough to actually need some fussing and mothering to get back on his feet. As she fiddled with his hair--a privilege so few had as most rarely saw it--he was hit with a wave of homesickness, the worst he'd had here yet.

He shivers, rubbing his eyes again. "Mum always says I have to eat but m'not hungry." Still, Koishi seems to want him to eat that soup desperately. "The buttons....mm, that probably needs two minutes. So press two, then zero twice, and then start. S'all--but be careful 'cause the bowl'll be hot."

"Well your mom was really smart then. If you eat you'll get better. That's how it works." Koishi fully retracted all of her tendrils, standing up and flinching, taking a moment to roll her shoulders, a couple tentacles sliding back out, the youkai stretching her shoulders before letting them vanish into her sleeves once more. "Even for youkai. We don't get sick like mortal and physical creatures do, but if our presence gets infected with something it helps to feed on whatever nurtures us."

She picked up the bowl he had nibbled on some before, carrying it inside. There was the sound of several things being messed with followed by the opening and closing of the microwave followed shortly by its familiar hum. The youkai appeared once more, floating up over the table to fill Luke's mug again with the strange tea. The thermos she had brought had kept it quite hot. She returned the thermos to the kitchen, pacing around again, drifting over and floating in front of the microwave...

It beeped, the door opening again and- "Ah! Hot!" Well, she had been warned. She drifted back over to Luke quickly, carrying the soup bowl through her sleeves, setting it down quickly, vanishing once more and retrieving a spoon for him. "There. Give that a try when you can." The delicious smell was back now that the soup was hot and letting it sit out like it did seemed to actually help it. The vegetables were even more tender and the potato pieces had partially melted, thickening the broth a little bit.

She sat back down next to him, leaning forward slightly and watching his face. A pause... before grabbing a box of tissues and moving it closer where he could reach it. "Here. Next time you feel a little sick don't push yourself, okay?" A very gentle scolding. "Do you want anything else? I want you to get completely better, okay?

Thinking about his mum and how she took care of him when he was sick made him sad; as Koishi wandered off to heat up the stew Luke stared into the mug of tea she'd poured absentmindedly, sniffing. In her absence, Suna hopped up onto the sofa, curling up against Luke's side, very conveniently taking residence in the spot where Koishi had not been.

"I never wanna eat when'm sick," he repeats flatly. As Koishi settles next to him he slides closer to her, shivering. "Miss Kiry'n said t'same thing," he mumbles, tasting the soup hesitantly. It's warm-spicy, but not in the too hot to tolerate sort of way. "Sorta. Her face said it, when she was talkin' to the security person."

Primarily to appease to Koishi more than out of a desire to eat, Luke takes another bite of soup, this time tasting the meat (which he does not know is rabbit). It's no wonder his mother has to encourage him to eat and drink with how easily distracted he is; after a few more bites he rubs his eyes sleepily and rests his head against Koishi's shoulder again. "I'm gonna get better...sorry for making everyone worry. I didn' mean to."

Edited (I changed my icon because I do what I want. And I deleted a thing) 2015-12-23 06:57 (UTC)

Koishi tilted her head a bit, blinking. "Really? That's really unusual. If my essence is tainted or decaying for any reason I can't stop eating. But maybe that's just because I'm a youkai. Still, humans need food. And if Miss White said so and your stomach doesn't hurt then it would be a good thing for you to eat as much as you can. Or at least try your best..."

Koishi sort of trailed off as Luke did attempt a few bites before he set the bowl down and rested his head on her shoulder. Her third eye swayed a little bit, perhaps nervously. "You shouldn't apologize for that. It's good that we worry about you. It means we want you to get better. That's why you're being told to eat and rest... Though, admittedly, seeing a meal without rice is kind of strange for me." A weak attempt at humor. "Just focus on getting better for now, okay?" She gently wrapped an arm around him, ruffling his hair some.

Her tentacles slid from her sleeve once more, adjusting the blanket and resting around him again, keeping him warm. "I've decided. I'll stay until the worst of it passes, okay?" There would be no arguing with Koishi in this. "So can I do anything to make you feel better? Or would you like to sleep some more?"

Luke wiped his nose with one of the provided tissues, sniffling. The fever had dropped enough that at least he wasn't dangerously sick anymore. Now he's progressed to the sick and miserable stage, where all he wanted to do was rest. He snuggled against Koishi's side, trying to stay awake and at least enjoy her company.

"Dunno," he murmured, crumpling the tissue between his fingers and pulling the blanket tighter around him. Half-lidded eyes landed on the books Koishi had used to occupy herself while he'd slept, and he yawned, which turned into a violent wracking cough.

When he recovered, he rubbed his eyes and glanced at Koishi, several kinds of pathetic looking. "D'you know any stories?" She'd earlier asked if he'd wanted to read, and all he could think was that his head throbbed so much that the very thought of it made his head hurt even worse. But the idea of listening to Koishi's gentle voice talking--that sounded nice. Just knowing she was still here...he thought he'd like that.

Koishi shifted as Luke mentioned stories. She stiffened a bit, the partial looped hart above her shoulder dissolving in an instant. "Luke I... Well, I mean satori youkai are storytellers. We're some of the best youkai to ask for stories, in fact. Remember your book?" Koishi hesitated, licking her lips.

"It's because we can read minds, Luke, but I can't do that anymore. So I'm not as good at it as I used to be. Sis is much better. You..." She trailed off, pursing her lips and looking down at her shoes. After a moment she smiled up at him. "I guess I can give it a shot though!"

The little youkai gave him a squeeze. "It's just a bit harder for me because of my injury. I can't make the stories perfect anymore. I can't just know a person's tastes and cater to them..." She looked a little thoughtful. "I kinda miss it. The theatrics of it. You see, we would find travelers in the mountains who made camp. Especially in winter when the snow and cold quieted even the air. They were usually hunters or soldiers. And usually when the group was three or more. We would turn our coats the other way and unroll extra covers for our legs and pull down our masks. The inside of the coat and the covers were made of black or brown fur. It would make us stand out against the snow. The masks were made by hand and intended to look fierce with very deep eyes. So the glow is brighter and the sockets would look hollow without eye contact."

"We would approach slowly, gauging intent, and ask: 'Human. Please. Would you be so kind as to share your comfort?' and they would know to respond: 'You may sit with us youkai-san, on the condition you tell us a story.' Or something to that effect. We would move and kneel on our capes close enough to feel warmth and to be heard, but far enough to keep up our monstrous illusion as the fire's flickering light made the masks quite frightening."

By now Koishi was staring unfocused at the corner of the room. Her human form had slipped a little, her sclera darkening. "We would tell a story, something common and standard. Something they've heard before. And they would say: 'This is a story we've heard before. Youkai-san, please tell us something new. In exchange, we will share a story with you.' We would agree and let them weave their tales. And we would take what we learned from those tales and our knowledge of the minds of the travelers and craft a tale entirely new. We would stomp our feet, clap, and sing sometimes. We would gesture and stand or draw images in the snow. Anything to keep them entertained."

"And when the tale was done and the humans settled down to rest, we would do the same, keeping warm by the embers and leave with the rising of the sun."

Koishi sighed softly, shaking her head, eyes clearing once more. "Sorry I got lost in thought." She looked a little embarrassed. "I can't story-craft like I used to but I suppose I can parrot the stories I remember. If you're okay with that."

Luke stayed curled tightly into Koishi's side as she explained how she told stories in the past. As her form slipped, his gaze trailed up to her face and then back down to the floor, eyes half-lidded; he twined his fingers into the fabric of her heavy winter dress instead of the potentially expected panic.

As she spoke, Luke listened curiously, interrupting her only with the occasional cough. And when she finally finished, he lifted his head from her shoulder, rubbing his eyes to try and clear the haze from them before speaking: "that was a good story, y'know," he murmured.

He couldn't keep his head up for long, as it was too heavy and hurt too much; the moment passed and he leaned back against Koishi's side once more, curling tightly up against himself and beneath the capelet for warmth. "S'better than lots of stories. Y'tol' it real well."

Honestly, Luke would be more convincing if he weren't still so sick. But he managed a weak smile just the same, "y'shouldn' stop just 'cause y'can't read...can't read...heads. Can't read heads. S'okay--your story was good."

Edited 2016-01-16 18:48 (UTC)

"Story?" Koishi blinked. "That wasn't the story I was going to tell. I just..." She tilted her head. "... I guess it was kind of a story. But it didn't have closure. And it was simply what my sister and I did long long ago. I mean. Not that long ago, but it's how we gathered stories. It's in my nature." She ruffled his hair gently. "If it was a proper story perhaps the youkai would carry someone off at the end as a cautionary tale. After all, everyone seemed to like those a lot." A small laugh, squeezing his shoulders.

"I suppose you're not lying though. And if it interested you, I'm glad. Really I..." She frowned a little bit. "I'll start telling stories again. But I'll need a new way to do it. And youkai aren't good at changing. That's more of a human thing, so I might need a little bit of help."

Her third eye settled in his lap. Even if Luke had a bit of an aversion to it, it was more a sign of trust than anything else. "Thank you though. I suppose I can tell another if you like. Or at least try to. Or you could sleep or I could get you more tea..."

Very, very gently, Luke rested his hands around Koishi's third eye. His fingertips just grazed the edges of the surface, though he was cupping his hands more protectively than anything else. She'd told him before that he could hold it and it didn't hurt her; in his sleepy haze he wasn't even aware of it.

"I like hearin' it," he mumbled sleepily. "Maybe without carryin' people off, though--'cause...'cause..." Luke yawned, "...'cause we're friends. There oughta' be a proper story where t'youkai and the person are friends, too."

Luke would not be a very good writer, it seemed. All his stories would have no conflict.

Koishi's third eye didn't quite feel like her tentacles. It was a bit more leathery, almost weathered, and the skin drawn a bit tighter. No doubt the lens was more sensitive, even scarred and blind as it was, but Luke didn't risk touching it so long as it remained closed. The top and to the left was where it used to connect to her head. Though the skin had long healed, the hole in the cartilage was deeply indented and quite visible, the edges bumpy and uneven. Beyond that it was covered with small imperfections; nicks and scars from daily wear and tear, but nothing too severe.

"Well... I guess I can find a different way to end a story. Usually people like sad endings and we like telling them like that. spooking people is good for both parties. It keeps humans from becoming too bold and it feeds the youkai who benefit from fear." A pause. "Though I suppose stories like that have little use in this day in age."

She was thinking hard, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I have one. It's a sweet one where the humans and youkai stay friends... but I still don't think you'll like the ending..."

Edited 2016-02-03 15:00 (UTC)

Looks like you promised in vain. It was bound to happen, with how many hours you work. Would you like me to visit as usual, or does your sickness demand solitude?

I thought I wsn' that sick. [With the camera closer and Luke not under the poor light in the security office, he looks even worse. Which is kind of remarkable.]

N'body else works at t'shop. Who else's gonna help me keep it open? [The apprentice coughs, long and wracking, before pressing on. He's almost whispering when he speaks again.] Visitin' m'be bad...you m'get sick too.

Well, that's what you get for thinking. [Not a good idea, then. Being a Guardian, even near the end of a term, meant being so gosh darn responsible all the time. Couldn't chance illness; the city might turn to rubble in the interim.]

Still, was that a rhetorical question, or are you really looking for an assistant? I might persuade Santa to send you one through the chimney.

M'not really looking for somebody. S'okay by myself. Really. [Normally Luke would go on to defend why he's fine mostly by himself. Now though he's distracted by pulling his blanket up higher, shivering. It's a wonder the camera doesn't shake.]

An' even if I did need help you shouldn' send people down chimneys an' Santa's not real. [So literal.]

"Goodness, you must be very sick indeed to say such silly things." He'd cut Luke some slack. Then again, maybe the disease was divine punishment for refusing to believe in St. Nick. What a jerk! "Well, get well soon just the same. Good morning."

What's silly? Santa's based off of the saint, 'sn't he? The saint's real, but--well, the old fellow in the suit flyin' round the world isn't so real, right? [SO. LITERAL.

This should so incredibly not surprise you, Ted. Honestly.]

Oh. Well that would soften him a little. "That's a bit more reasonable, but...well, someone's going around doing very Santa-like things. The most parsimonious explanation is that Santa's the one, particularly with the letter in the paper."

[Hikari cannot help but be a little worried at least.]

You are sick, because of that you shouldn't keep trying to do things while sick. So I'll come over and bring soup.

[Luke's spent, unsurprisingly, a lot of the day resting.]

You don' have t'do that--if you bring soup you could get sick too.

I don't mind, I would know to stay at home if I got sick.

[She is going to help anyway.]

Besides you need someone to be around to help when sick because it's never good to do things in that state.

I did stay home. [Luke shrinks behind the camera, lost to a fit of coughing for a few moments. After a few seconds he catches his breath, shaking his head.]

...sort'f, anyway.

Well that's good at least, but I am still coming over with soup.

It's basic soup so even I can cook it without any help.

[Satsuki has her own issues to take care of and somehow she missed Luke's first network message. So it's a surprise to her that when she does happen to look at her device, it's Luke in a.. Where is he? As for herself, she's probably in her office.]

Luke, expl- what happened to you? Where are you?

Miss Kiryuin?

[The young apprentice blinks at the camera, eyes glassy and slightly unfocused. His cheeks are flushed from fever. Off screen, the kind security guard can be heard coordinating a ride home.

When he talks, his voice is a hoarse whisper.]

M'at security. M'not in troub-- [Luke dissolves into a coughing fit, deep and harsh. Compared to this morning it's much worse and he winces, his face bowed into the crook of his arm.]

...I've a cold but s'not been that bad at all. Then t'day I thought I could look for gifts...but s'cold and I was dizzy all of a sudden and I thought t'sit but...um, the next thing I knew security's here askin' what happened too.

[Yeah he. Kind of passed out. Planning ftw!]

I see. I am glad you are safe.

[On one hand, Satsuki is relieved. On the other hand, her frown increases.]

I suppose that is not an entirely unusual conclusion to come to. Have you never been this ill in the past?

[Frowning intensifies.

Luke looks a little dazed. There is at least an eighty percent chance he didn't realize he was this sick.]

I don' get sick a lot. Last time I had a cold it was better in a week, even though I was still coughin' so I thought this was the same.

[Translation: even very mature fourteen year olds are still fourteen and require some adult supervision.]

Edited 2015-12-18 00:56 (UTC)

Hmn. Well let us focus on getting you home.

[She can't fault him too much; but hopefully a lesson was learned today.]

Has security contacted someone already? If not, I could speak with them and have a ride arranged.

[Luke is looking at the screen blankly, as if he's trying to come up with an answer. Or loading. Something like that. Thankfully, the friendly security guard seems to have noticed the exchange taking place, and he appears above the apprentice's left shoulder, a small frown on his face.]

Hi there. You a friend of his? [The security guard is older. Grandparent age. He rests a hand on Luke's hat, and completely ignores the fact that the boy flinches under him. He also ignores the sheepish grab for the phone that Luke makes when the security guard completely takes the phone from his hands.] My shift is over. I'll give him a ride home, if it's all the same with you. Guardian Kiryuin, right?

Someone's got to get him home and settled. The kid was out like a light when I walked by him. I'll have him call you as soon as he's settled in. [Grandpa-the-security-guard seems to know his place, though, because he pauses.] If you're okay with that, miss. He already told me I'm a stranger twice, then once some nonsense about gentlemen not making a mess or fuss or...whatever.

[Oh Luke.. Satsuki's so close to shaking her head, and before she can tell him to let her speak to someone else... It has already been done!]

That is acceptable. Thank you for your time, Officer. If I could speak to him once more first.

[She'll be certain to grant positive feedback to his superior later. Though.. Hmn. It would probably be a waste of time, wouldn't it? Well, she'll do it anyway. And if Koishi isn't already aware of the situation, she'll have to let the koiball know as well.]

Luke, I have given the guard permission to take you home- I would prefer if you do not give him a difficult time. If there are any other problems, do not hesitate to contact me. Understood?

[Luke nods weakly when the phone is handed back to him, a murmured "yes, Miss Kiryuin" tacked om to the action.

The feed is turned off then, and Luke doesn't call back until nearly forty minutes later. He's tucked under a blanket up to his elbows, a cup in hand, cheeks still flush from the fever. His voice is tiny when he talks into the phone.]

Miss Kiryuin?

M'home now. Mr. Jones 'elped....he 'elped me get to my flat too and found m'thermometer and said m'temperature was one-hundred-and-two-point-five and told me to tell you. [It's no wonder he looks so sick. If he weren't so addled, he'd register how high that was himself.] I had some medicine in my cabinet so I took it. And Mr. Jones made tea. And then I gave 'im some to take home since he was so nice. I tol' him I have more at the shop too...

[Luke rubs his eyes blearily, the cup in his free hand tilting precariously to the side.]

S'that all I have t'do now? I'm kind of sleepy...

[Satsuki worked a bit more slowly, unable to really push her thoughts of Luke aside. Eventually she simply stopped and tapped her fingers on the table until her device brought attention to itself.]

He made you tea? I hope you thanked him for his assistance.

[As for the shop, well.. Satsuki may or may not plan to help out- Millie would be thrilled to assist for a day, for example.]

Other than that, that sounds acceptable. I would advise to get what rest you can- seeing as your feed was public, it is likely you will receive a visitor or two tonight.

.... Luke. Go home and rest.

[She can tell you're under the weather...]

I'm sorry...

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