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Luke fon Fabre; Appointments

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Are you sure?

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I wouldn't say so if I wasn't sure.

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S-Same place as before, right?

Yeah, the apartment. I'll open the door when you get here. [And he has to turn away to cough UUGH.]

[OH GOD he's still sick. Maybe she'll give him a few tea packets or something laying around the house to give him.]

Okay! I'll head over right away. Just-- Lay and rest for now!

[CLOSING JOURNAL BRB]

Right... [Shutting the journal too D| No sleep for him, then.]

[BLAH BLAH BLAH GRABBING A FEW TEA PACKETS OF DIFFERENT VARIETIES BLAH BLAH RUNNING HEE HOO HAH HURR

.../knock, knock. 8|]

[After a moment, the door opens up to one Luke fon Fabre in black pajamas. Ones that show off his abdomen. Yup.

Too bad his hair's kind of messy. And his face is a little flushed thanks to fever.

Still, he attempts a half smile as he opens the door wider and steps back.]

Hey, Noel. Come in.

[...

That's a... whoa.

Why is it that now she really begins to notice his choice in fashion?

...oh, right.]

--Thank you. [She steps right on in before handing him the various packets she picked out.] Um... and these are for you. I don't know if they'll help, but I heard that tea helps calm the mind, so...

Oh... thanks. [Now let's just hope it's not like the cake she made him. Or isn't bitter. Luke has specific tastes okay. But he does take them gratefully, setting the packets aside on a small table for now.] I'll drink some later.

[He rubs the back of his neck and holds out his other arm to gesture towards the apartment, though weakly.] You can just sit anywhere. Asch isn't here right now.

[Oh, quiet, you. B| It's not like everything she touches turns into death!]

...sure. [She'll go ahead and take a seat on the nearest chair. Upon hearing Asch's name she's instantly reminded of the other situation that happened a few weeks ago and is almost tempted to ask, but... maybe not now.]

So, uh... how are you feeling? [...] Aren't you going to take a seat, too?

Mmm. [He sits on the couch, though he leans heavily on the arm of it.] I still feel really lousy. Dammit, I hate being sick... it's always such a pain.

Definitely. [Not that she gets sick often, thankfully, but.] You were in such bad shape the other day... I'm glad you managed to get home as soon as you did.

[Well... he wasn't home as fast as he wanted to. There was still going to the clinic...

That's still heavily on his mind, but it's not something he wants to talk about. So, he just pauses before speaking up again.]

Yeah... Now I need to take medicine for a while. I hate medicine.

Really? [Considering his condition, it's somewhat expected, but... urgh. Her immediate thought is something like cough syrup.] It's not the kind that tastes bad, is it?

They're always too huge to swallow. [Nope, they're pills.] ... And they do taste bad. It's like putting something awful in your mouth.

Eugh, that sounds gross. [Kids, these two.] But you don't have to take them for long, right?

Twice a day until I get better. [omg why can't he get better nooooow. At least, that's what his tone indicates. He even sinks in his seat a little.]

[Sob.] ...don't worry, Luke! You're pretty strong-- I'm sure you'll be better in no time! Just you wait!

[Your uplifting speech of the day.]

Thanks... [He sinks down in his chair more and rests his head against the arm of the couch more. Ugh, he wants to just fall asleep right here... He coughs quietly, just being miserable. Aaah, it's embarrassing being like this in front of Noel... but he feels like he can't even sit up.]

[... ...

This is sad to watch. 8( Was... Was it a good idea to come here in the first place?]

Luke? H-Hey... [She considers getting up from her spot.] Is there anything you want me to get you?

Huh? No, it's okay... I'm fine right now. [Please don't get up. Luke's rather happy that she's here - it gives him something else think about. Not the news he received, or whatever may come of it...]

[Oh, no! She won't leave! With Luke alone in this condition, she's not about to leave... unless he tells her to, of course.]

If you're hungry later, I could make something for you. How does that sound?

Sure, if you want to. ... I don't think I can eat anything more than soup right now. [Which sucks. He gets sick of soup so fast when he's sick.]

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