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WHO: Maza and OPEN!
WHERE: Her hospital room.
WHEN: Today
WARNINGS: Probably horrible?
SUMMARY: Visit Momjeans in the hospital! Leave her flowers! Threatening notes! Rub it in her face that she got ridiculously concussed from just a simple metal sword hilt to the head! Sneak real food in! Fill her in on the stuff that's going down in the city!

FORMAT: Quicklog.

[Maza's in her hospital room, grumpy, headache-y, and creeped out by the note on those flowers that got delivered to her room.]

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... [OHGOD WHY SO CREEPY SLADE.]

Why would he send me flowers. It makes even less sense than you coming to visit me in the hospital.

You said they were 'creepy,' right?

You're my subconscious or something, don't you know that already? And you read the note.

[ She gets a small chuckle for that before he sets the note back down and heads back over to her, relaxing again in the seat beside her. He'd hear anyone coming before they opened the door anyway, so he wasn't too paranoid right now. ]

With some difficulty, but yes.

[ She smirks at him. ] See, if it was someone I knew, they'd just sign their name. Why would they hide their identity? And how many simple "secret admirers" decide to go with Latin?

[ He looks back at her curiously. ] Latin?

Yeah, the signature at the bottom is Latin. Uh... a dead language? Spoken by the Romans?

[ Hmm no he looks pretty much like she's speaking nonsense. ]

The Western world has only occupied Nihon a few years at most, back home. Not too long ago they had just brought in trains and iron ships.

... [ She has a very convincing subconscious, she decides. ]

Right. Well, it's a foreign, dead language. I don't know it, though. I'll have to ask around to see who does once I'm out of here.

[ BUT HOW WOULD HER SUBCONSCIOUS KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT MEIJI-ERA JAPAN HISTORY ]

Which will hopefully be soon.

[... She's been to Japan. Once. For a few days. She got a kimono out of the deal. It's close enough, but her head hurts and she's not really thinking properly. ]

Well, that's the goal. [She sighs and rubs her head.]

This is the weirdest dream I've ever had. So, what comes next? Do I get an apology? Declaration of undying love or something? Do we all turn into cats now?

[ Oh my dear god he just looks at her like. she's grown another head or something AND WE ARE DEFINITELY ANSWERING NONE OF THE ABOVE QUESTIONS AT ALLhistory ]

You still don't realize I'm here, do you?

[ And she just looks back, nonplussed. ]

Well, if you are here, I'm going to have to arrest you on spot. But if you're some bizarre figment of my imagination, there's nothing I can really do about that, is there?

[ He just tilts his head a little, looking her over noticeably, and at the hospital bed. ]

And just how were you planning to do that if you're on bed rest?

[ She scowls deeply. ] I'm lying down, not chained to the bed. [She immediately proceeds to get up but hey, dizziness after concussions can last and she wobbles a bit, but stays standing. ] See?

[ YEP WELL totally standing up out of his chair now to try and steady her (wow this is suddenly more awkward than he thought it would be) ]

You really shouldn't do that just yet.

[ This is... not good. Because she's torn right now between duty and friendship. And between falling or letting him help. Her head hurts. ]

Let go, I'm fine! Dammit, where are my cuffs?

[ No, no, no... We are not letting you do anything extrenuous right now and certainly not letting you try and stand on your own two feet. So he keeps his hands where they are, currently, which is on both her upper arms right now. Siiiigh this is not good. ]

You are not fine, and you are not overexerting yourself right now for any reason, including my arrest. [ And he takes the time to look at her pointedly. ] I'll make you if I have to, you know.

[ She just glaaares up at him. ]

What're you going to do, knock me out again?

[ Ouch. And she gets a glare right back, though he's going to hide the fact that that affected him more than he wanted it to. And good god why do they have to be standing so close right now-- ]

Do you feel like you can walk on your own? Really?

If the other option is letting you free, I'll skip over hot coals!

Answer the question, Maza-san. [ Nope, just as stubborn over here; not letting go either. ]

Yes, I can walk on my own. [But how well is a different matter.]

[ Saitou scrutinizes her for a few seconds, before gradually letting go of her and standing back expectantly. However he still stays within reach if she happens to fall again (which he's certain will happen soon) ] All right, let's see it.

[ She got a few steps before the dizziness picked up in full. Frustrating, but she was not going to let him get away because her body was failing on her. Not like she can do anything to arrest him. She's in a hospital gown and lacking anything to actually restrain him with, this is merely all an exercise in defiance. To her credit, she gets several steps before the nausea is too much and she stumbles.]

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AND AGAIN

I SEE

I don't have a sexy smoking icon, though. Although I do have one of her posing on my hd!

XD; I dunno how he'd feel if she took up smoking. prolly like her even more, ack

... god damn you very much. I'm now picturing Elisa in full 20s noir.

8D;;;

You know you want it.

Not arguing there 8D;;;

Get on aim, then.

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FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

Sorry, sorry.

the hell are you apologizing for that was amazing

XD

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OH GOD LAUGHING SO HARD