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[cloakanddaikon]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 62, later evening (backdated)
Where: Apt. ΠΛ
What: Recovering after an afternoon (and close to evening) of extreme prejudice against nature

And I would like—

[Covering a yawn, and a wince.]

—to dedicate this afternoon of senseless destruction and thoroughly bad decision making to Zhen Ji. May he find something equally interesting to do with it.

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[cloakanddaikon]

[Now if you will all excuse me, I think I am going to collapse on the couch.]

[grewuptootsun]

[...bringing over tea]

That was a lovely speech. Here.

[cloakanddaikon]

Thank you, Yuta.

[Takes the cup slowly and very carefully.]

Would you mind checking to see if there are any bandages left? If not, the remaining scraps from the pyjamas will do.

[grewuptootsun]

Got ya.

[going and fetching the bandages and medical supplies, hurrying back with them]

You're a damn mess.

[unwieldyfate]

Please sleep.

[cloakanddaikon]

Soon. At least some of this should be bandaged first.

[It won't be longer than that; between his battles and hers, he's very obviously about one more spell from being unconscious whether he wants to be or not.]

[unwieldyfate]

[:T :T :T]

Zexion.

[heroic_homemaker]

Maybe you should go to bed. [Checking over his injuries]

[cloakanddaikon]

Thank you, Taisuke.

I do not intend to be up late, but a few minutes with everyone here is not time spent ill.

[heroic_homemaker]

It is, just make sure to take care of yourself! When you're injured, you should rest. Do you want dinner before then? [Mother hen mother hen]

[grewuptootsun]

[...oh you kids]

[gestaltwandler]

[sits down nearby]

[cloakanddaikon]

Still having one arm isn't supposed to be an invitation to have a tree nearly fall on the other.

[gestaltwandler]

Only nearly.

[cloakanddaikon]

It was close enough.

[dasschlechtende]

[CLAIMING THIS LAP IN THE NAME OF PRUSSIA.

ZEXION GETS NO SAY]

[cloakanddaikon]

[Winces a little, but just drops a tired hand on Gilbert's head, pushing him over half an inch.]

For a day in the jungle, that was almost nostalgic.

[dasschlechtende]

[shifting with a bit of a grumble but then settling again]

Conquerin' this place...

[cloakanddaikon]

One stretch of muddy, flooded ground at a time, yes.

[unwieldyfate]

[already washed and back in her PJs, but seems equally exhausted, which is obvious from the way she keeps yawning every minute or so]

[dasschlechtende]

[I have claimed Zexion's lap and am mostly asleep, except poking at.]

[unwieldyfate]

[watches, though her attention wanders back to Zexion shortly after, clearly concerned]

[heroic_homemaker]

[The fact that I got mauled will not stop me from making dinner]

[grewuptootsun]

Don't bleed in my meal.

[heroic_homemaker]

Hey, I washed up first, what do you take me for!