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[pilot_princess]

[There's the soft sound of feet crunching in snow, as well as the soft clinking noises of things hitting each other muffled by a cloth bag. After a few seconds, there's a soft sneeze.]

Wow... I didn't know the mornings were so cold... All this snow is bothering me so much. [There's soft, shuddering breathing for a moment, then the footsteps and clinking return.]

I should be, um... back in a few days. I'll try to visit everyone I promised when I'm out. [A soft sniffle.] And nobody has to worry about me, it's just... something I have to do right now. And when he's okay it's all okay, I get to leave and come back. But I'm fine! [The crunching noise stops.]

And Ty Lee... go inside. Or at least get some cocoa or something warm!

Sash... sash... here it is!

Ugh... Stupid sweater's really itchy... aah...? No. [She suddenly squeaks. The communicator hits the ground and promptly shuts off.]

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[shimbo-hiromu.livejournal.com]

Ah.. No, laying down only.

[He comes further into the room and almost hugs her, but doesn't want to be disrespectful. Instead he watches her, taking care not to make it obvious. He wanted to make sure she wasn't hurt any more than she was when he'd seen her last. Before he died.. He was happy to see her again.]

... You okay?

[pilot_princess]

Oh... okay.

[The small smile returns to her face as she moves a bit closer. In all honesty, she wasn't very 'okay' but she wasn't the type to admit it. After all, she doesn't want him to worry. So instead, she nods, slowly and carefully, all the while still scratching her arm.]

Uh-huh, I'm fine! My stupid sweater's just really itchy.

[shimbo-hiromu.livejournal.com]

Itchy?

[That's all it takes for him to really lean in and look at her. He squints his eyes and tilts his head to the side, arms behind his back. He was pretty obviously suspicious at this point.]

You said Fai is sick. Chicken.. pox? Ever had it?

[He points at the sleeve of her sweater and tries to get his point across through expression, pouting at her.]

[pilot_princess]

Yeah, that's what he has. [She frowns, looking down at her arm as she pauses in mid-scratch.]

I... shouldn't be able to get it... I'm not human...

[Looking up at Shimbo, her frown deepens in concern and slight fear.] You don't think I have it, do you?

[shimbo-hiromu.livejournal.com]

Not human? But.. like it, Anemone-chan?

[Shimbo reaches out for Anemone's arm gently, looking into her eyes for permission to lift her sleeve so they can see if she has a rash of any kind beneath.]

[pilot_princess]

[With a small nod, she lifts her arm. She frowns at him, hoping that it's really just her sweater.]

A coralian... Humanoid, Dewey said...

[shimbo-hiromu.livejournal.com]

[Shimbo nods once and starts to gently roll up Anemone's sleeve. He wasn't too surprised about the different types of people and creatures in the city anymore, and it didn't bother him that Anemone was not a human being. But being so much like one, it could mean..

And sure enough, it seemed the spots were forming. He frowns a little bit and looks around the bedroom. He didn't think he had anything for itching.]

This is no good, you are.. too.. aged for chicken pox. Anemone-chan, you could get very ill. Please, stay here?

[pilot_princess]

[At the sign of spots, Anemone frowns, looking at them carefully for a second before turning back to Shimbo. His words only bring her closer to panicking. Too aged for chicken pox?]

What... does that mean?

[Moving her arm back, she looks at it carefully, then tugs her sleeve back down and scratching again.]

I... I'm not supposed to... I don't want... It... only takes a week, right?

[shimbo-hiromu.livejournal.com]

You can get very sick. Not sure how long.. Maybe not one week.

[Shimbo looks around the room once more. He hadn't changed anything about it when he moved in. It looked as though it may have been a young girls room. A few dingy stuffed animals here and there and a daybed close by the window.]

You can stay. This room is okay?

[pilot_princess]

I... hope I don't.

[She stops itching. If these were chicken pox, she wasn't supposed to scratch them. So she tries distracting herself by rubbing her arm, looking at the room as well.]

In here... yeah, here's fine... did a girl stay here before, Shimbo?

[shimbo-hiromu.livejournal.com]

Mm.. Looks like a girl, yes.

[He wasn't sure of who had lived here before him, but it seemed to be a girl's room to him. Pastel colours, the toys, and the ruffly bedspread seemed to indicate that.]

Anytime, you can come here.

[pilot_princess]

Oh... [She nods and shrugs lazily, scratching idly at her stomach.] I'll visit a lot! It's a cute room.

[shimbo-hiromu.livejournal.com]

Ah ah! No scratching!

[He places a hand on her wrist and shakes his head "no".]

Okay. Anytime. And.. With hope, no window!

[He'd mean hopefully she wouldn't have to climb in the window anymore, but it just came out silly..]

[pilot_princess]

No scra--...but it itches... [She whines for a moment, then nods slowly, looking at him.]

Okay... no window? So come knock next time? Okay! [She grins, nodding.] Easy enough!