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[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[considering they both have the same mun, this won't be played out, but some of the characters here may have seen him talking with a certain Dist with a vampire cure. And oh, yeah, someone might have to go convince Dist that it's okay, he doesn't have to hide from the scary vampire Asch and probably set the bones in his arm. But aside all that, he has a bandage on the inside bend of his arm, and looking a little green. Perhaps it's time to see what's happened?]

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[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[starts gulping the water down, greedily]

[engel]

[ Smirks, letting go of the glass.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[oh come on. You know that means he drops yet another glass]

[engel]

[ And now Asch is going to think he's an idiot. ] ...fool. [ Instead of constantly bringing the water to Asch, he'll take Asch to the water. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[... sure! I mean, he totally won't vomit again on Asch's shoes once he's hauled upright I mean... shit.]

[engel]

[ ....he's THIS close to just dropping Asch right here and forgetting about him. ] ..... [ He will, however, use Asch's clothes to clean his boots off. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[coughs violently, holding his arm]

[engel]

Start moving. [ Gives him a yank towards the kitchen. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[stumbles, growling weakly]

[engel]

[ Scoffs at the growling. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[looks at his arm, as if expecting something to be wrong and... nope. It's fine]

[engel]

What are you doing?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

My arm. Feels like it's on fire.

[engel]

What did you do to it?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

The cure is an injection. [the "you idiot" is left in his tone]

[engel]

[ Shoves him into the kitchen once they arrive. ] Sit yourself somewhere.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[sits, gratefully]

[engel]

[ Fills a non-breakable cup with water, and unceremoniously sets it in front of him. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[shakily picks it up, and manages to drink a little from it before a particularly hard shudder causes him to lose his grip]

[engel]

[ Picks up the cup from where it had fallen and brushes it off, then refills the water. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[shaking even harder, and manages to shake his head] E-enough.

[engel]

Very well. [ Leaves the cup there and goes to clean up the water. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

... why does she care?

[engel]

That I can not tell you.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

And if I were to try to ask her, would I be forced to kill you first so I can actually get close enough to speak with her?