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paixaorpg2007-05-08 01:52 pm
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Why do I have the worst luck?![completed]
Character(s): Bakura Ryou, npc
Content: Bakura being mopey as the lady at the hotel who helps him a lot takes care of him.
Setting: Morem O Lisboa
Time: morning
Warnings: nothing
Bakura glanced around his room, surprised to see the older woman who had helped him get a room in the first place, seated in a chair by the window. That had explained the soft voice and the cool hands he had felt while he was sick. She must have been the one that had helped him to his room and given him medicine that had tasted much bitter than what he was used to. He shifted a bit to sit up better against the pillows and took his journal off the bedside table. He still felt a little sick, but not as bad as it had been. He looked over the journal network then made an entry, more than a little worried about his adventurous, but missing friends.
The woman glanced at him with a grin. “Oh, you’re up. Feeling better today?”
“A little bit.” He sneezed, reaching for the tissue box on the bedside table. “I hate being sick,” he mumbled.
Hearing him mumble, the lady stood up. “No one likes being sick.” She came over, still smiling, as she put the back of her hand to his forehead and then his cheeks. “Your fever’s down. That’s good.” She moved back to the desk, and carried over a tray which had food and medicine on it.
Bakura looked down at the tray, placing his journal at his side. Well…it was food he could eat at the least. He took the medicine(making a face at it). Before he got about eating breakfast, he smiled, “Thank you.”
The lady nodded, “You’re welcome. Now eat.” Bakura nodded. When he finished, he went back to working with his journal. Later maybe, he’d walk around the room a bit and look out the window. He did feel like getting out of bed now.
Content: Bakura being mopey as the lady at the hotel who helps him a lot takes care of him.
Setting: Morem O Lisboa
Time: morning
Warnings: nothing
Bakura glanced around his room, surprised to see the older woman who had helped him get a room in the first place, seated in a chair by the window. That had explained the soft voice and the cool hands he had felt while he was sick. She must have been the one that had helped him to his room and given him medicine that had tasted much bitter than what he was used to. He shifted a bit to sit up better against the pillows and took his journal off the bedside table. He still felt a little sick, but not as bad as it had been. He looked over the journal network then made an entry, more than a little worried about his adventurous, but missing friends.
The woman glanced at him with a grin. “Oh, you’re up. Feeling better today?”
“A little bit.” He sneezed, reaching for the tissue box on the bedside table. “I hate being sick,” he mumbled.
Hearing him mumble, the lady stood up. “No one likes being sick.” She came over, still smiling, as she put the back of her hand to his forehead and then his cheeks. “Your fever’s down. That’s good.” She moved back to the desk, and carried over a tray which had food and medicine on it.
Bakura looked down at the tray, placing his journal at his side. Well…it was food he could eat at the least. He took the medicine(making a face at it). Before he got about eating breakfast, he smiled, “Thank you.”
The lady nodded, “You’re welcome. Now eat.” Bakura nodded. When he finished, he went back to working with his journal. Later maybe, he’d walk around the room a bit and look out the window. He did feel like getting out of bed now.