25th Memory [Voice/Possible Action]

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[Unfortunately for Sayo, she didn't exactly... walk back in from the draft; she'd gotten herself into quite the mess there, resulting in wing so busted up that it had to be removed regardless, and thanks to that she was suffering from an awful fever and couldn't really move. So. Instead of returning home, she had to stay at the clinic. Most times she was able to get enough medication that she unnaturally drifted off in and out of restfulness. Laying on her side helped, too.

She thinks about familiar faces—during her stay in the medical tent, she remembered brief, strangely illuminated visages of different people. There was Nami, and then Raine, and then the man who'd helped her, and more than that. She even recollects seeing Mithos and Ginko and Kaji, but... she realizes reality deviated like a fork in those moments.

More than anything, she wants to talk to people, thinking about that sort of thing. She reaches over, smoothing out her journal at her side, before she hesitantly turns it on. Her voice is controlled, soft.]

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Is... Um. [She swallows hard, clearing her throat.] Did everyone return alright? I hope not too many people were injured... I know I saw quite a few injuries, but I hope they were nothing too severe. If you were hurt, please let me know you're doing well.

[She smiles, unseen by the screen, which is covered with a pillow.]

Something wonderful did happen, though. I actually dreamed, the other night; it really is an amazing thing, isn't it? Being able to see such clear images in your mind... It was so wonderful. I know there are bad dreams, too... But... But I like the good ones. I could see people in them—even if I miss them and they're not here, I'm glad I was able to see them.

[She laughs softly.]

I guess it's a strange thing to talk about.

[...And.

She has to make sure. Has to check. If he's back....]

[Voice // Filtered 30% to Mithos]

......

Mithos...? Are you there?

[Other than that? She'll be here for a few days recuperating. Reading from her notebooks when she can, steadily gaining some strength, having to re-learn a lot of notes she'd written up before she'd gotten injured. You can visit her on any ol' day later in the week, up until the 22nd; she might just ask you to teach her about this... checkers thing. :|a 

It's been sitting on her table and she is intensely curious about it, okay.]

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[Mm... That's right. It was all very, very important. If only... maybe if she could sleep, she could see more of that. Someday.

She laughs.]

And I guess of some things that aren't as important. I've read they can be pretty odd, dreams.

[odastillhatesme.livejournal.com]

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That too. Sometimes they make no shitty amount of sense. [And because he is feeling anxious for a change of topic--] Once I dreamed I was flying on a fish.

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...

[Huh.]

A flying fish?

[odastillhatesme.livejournal.com]

[Was that too normal? >>]

That's right -- though I guess that's not too outlandish. [He rubs his neck] We've got a few of those back on my world.

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[She attempts to lean forward, more attentive regardless of the effort movement takes.]

N-no, no, it sounds amazing...! What was it like?

[Oh Sanji, don't doubt my childish wonder.]

[odastillhatesme.livejournal.com]

[Sayo, you are adorbs. Never change.]

Oi, it was-- [The abrupt pause comes out of nowhere, and might be because a lightbulb has clicked. Now it's Sanji's turn to lean forward, despite his low energy]

Has Sayo-san ever flown before?

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[She pauses to think on that...

Hnnnngh.]

I... don't recall flying, no. That's when you're off the ground in the middle of the air, right?

[Because she. Just relearned that a few weeks ago, sob.]

[odastillhatesme.livejournal.com]

That's the one.

[Grin. Getting. Bigger]

How would you feel about taking a trip into the sky?

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O-oh, that sounds.... wonderful, actually! Though, how on earth would I be able to do that? My wings are so tiny...

[odastillhatesme.livejournal.com]

I'll be Sayo-san's wings~!

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.... [;~~~; i am too medicated for things like this] Sanji-san... that is so sweet...!

[odastillhatesme.livejournal.com]

It is only a simple offering of my love for you~!

[Now, for the escape. He swings his feet over the bed with renewed energy, never mind how it makes the room spin. He's on a mission]

Just give me a few minutes~! I'll be over in a snap!

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AH!! Sanji-san, no no! You're still too sick to be moving yourself!

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Besides, I don't think I can much move, myself!

[odastillhatesme.livejournal.com]

[His shoulders sag from not taking Sayo's health into account, and he looks momentarily stumped.] Damn it, that's right-- Sayo-san, I'm sorry. [Idiot. She's been through one hell of an ordeal. Why would you want to make her move?

Though this doesn't stop him from moving, however. Because he has a back-up plan]

In that case, why don't I just drop by and fix you something? A dish sure to bring Sayo-san's health back!

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... Sanji-san, I don't think--I mean, should you even be moving, though? You were hurt!

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Oi, I'm fine now! Just a little sore, that's all~!

[Lies and slander. Truth be told, he'd rather deal with his aching body than attempt sleep again. It won't work. He doesn't want it to work. So he gets to his feet and ignores the flare of pain up his back.]

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Sanji-san...

[3:^( don't make me look disappointed mister ]

[concasse]

[;;]

Sayo-san, I've slept all day. [Though even with his protests, he sits back down]

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I know, I know, but you need to rest, regardless. If you get up too soon, you'll get sick all over again, you know.

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... Heh, of course you're right. [He offers a tiny smile]

Sorry about that.

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Don't worry, Sanji, I understand. Being stuck in a bed isn't much fun, I admit...

I would love to be working or weaving, really!

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[Of that, Sanji doesn't doubt]

How about getting some other shithead to come visit you, eh?

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Aah!! Right...!

I'm not sure if I know any shitheads, though.

[GODDAMN IT SANJI, AGAIN YOU DO THIS.]

What are they, again??

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-- A-ah, what do you know? Look at the time! I better get back on that nap.

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Alright..... Sleep well, Sanji-san!

[guess what the topic of her next journal entry might be about]