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[Private]

[Soi Fong is looking at herself in the mirror; not something she often pays any mind to, but she's noticed something since this morning]

...Weight loss?

[feels her wrists and waist in a clinical sort of way, frowning]

What... I ate a substantial meal not five days ago, and haven't used more spirit power than usual...

[she furrows her brows, staring at herself for a while before going downstairs]

[/Private]

[dictated into the journal]

How common is illness here?

[anyone who wishes can find a tiny captain in the kitchen, leaning against a counter, eating some fish fingers from a plate]

Comments

[flashcries.livejournal.com]

[blink. chews neatly and quickly]

Do you have examples of any specific cases?

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[her lips twitch at this. she doesn't have anything like that; she's inclined to believe that the castle is playing games. not pleased.

she nods in acknowledgment, and eats another finger]

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[glances absently at the half-pint like she can talk but mostly concentrates on her fingers. yum.

crosses over to the fridge to get a glass of water]

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[stations herself back at her counter, and observes this. ldkjglkdf

sip sip]

[flashcries.livejournal.com]

[was going to help, just to get it over with, but eh. he/she/whatever's got it under control]

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[she catches the pungent smell. it's not really one she's familiar with. not entirely unpleasant. she wrinkles her nose]

[flashcries.livejournal.com]

[riveting, fff. baww. alas, neither of them care for small talk, it seems. Soi Fong just wants to eat her fish fingers.

also hi perv icon]

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[sexual tension, that's what's up. Soi Fong is just glad the kitchen isn't as occupied as it normally is. she finishes the fingers and goes to get an apple or something from the fridge.

:3]

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[durpa durp. gets her apple. bites into it.

AND THEN:]

What is that beverage?

[flashcries.livejournal.com]

[she wrinkles her nose again, and murmurs to herself in a thoughtful sort of way:] Pungent.

[bites the apple again]

[flashcries.livejournal.com]

[she's not used to it.

goes back to methodically eating her apple]

[flashcries.livejournal.com]

[back to scintillating silence \o/]

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[Soi Fong finishes her apples and like... throws away the core. she downs the rest of her water]

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[eyes that as she goes to wash her hands. hopes no bird pops out of nowhere to land on her. DX]

/SNEAKS BACK ON

[flashcries.livejournal.com]

[that's... kind of cute.

meanwhile, Soi Fong finishes up and leaves ;;]

[pkuppercut.livejournal.com]

[Through the journal!]

Not very. I think I've only seen one sick dude the whole time I've been here, and someone had slipped him some kinda laxative.

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[a 'tch' sort of sound. she knows that can't be the case; anyone stupid enough to try to slip her something would have been caught]

I see.

[pkuppercut.livejournal.com]

Feeling ill?

[flashcries.livejournal.com]

Ill may not be the word for it. But it is not yet an issue.

[pkuppercut.livejournal.com]

If you're sure. I can heal, if ya need anything.

[flashcries.livejournal.com]

If it is a loss, like I am quickly coming to think it is, there will be nothing you can do.

[pkuppercut.livejournal.com]

[Someone's a little more uppity today.]

Yeah? What kinda loss d'you think it is?

[flashcries.livejournal.com]

[is always kind of a bitch, sob]

None of your concern.

[pkuppercut.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Soi Fong. This will not end well.]

...alright. Just tryin' to help.

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[alas...]

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