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[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

WHO: Wanda Maximoff and YOU (seriously, come play with me right now, yes I mean you)
WHERE: an open-air market, somewhere in The City
WHEN: at any point this afternoon
WARNINGS: none!
SUMMARY: Wanda has wandered off on her own and stumbled upon something a little more familiar.
FORMAT: quicklog, or whatever, I’m flexible



[Wanda had been reluctant to venture out of the MAC alone, but Pietro had not answered the door when she knocked, and she really should at least attempt navigation on her own, for once. Of course, having a destination in mind wouldn’t have hurt, but she was not far past the streets she had walked previously when she stumbled upon a delightful little open-air market, all squished-up between two towering brick structures.]

[With a pleased little smile playing about her features, Wanda slips into the crowd -- it is not so frightening as those on the streets were, somehow -- and proceeds to lose herself in the simple task of bargain-hunting.]

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[erasemeplz.livejournal.com]

[It takes a moment for the coughing to die down, but when it does, he removes his hand and then nods his head.]

... Just tired from talking too much. Not used to it.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Her concern only grows as his coughing continues.]

I.. don't think talking is supposed to be exhausting.

[erasemeplz.livejournal.com]

It is, for me.

[He knows it's unusual, but for him who tries to talk as little as possible, talking usually makes his throat hurt and makes him sort of tired. He figures that's just how he is.]

[He does notice that she seems worried though.]

... It's nothing to worry about.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Riiight yeah no, something is definitely wrong here.]

When was the last time you saw a doctor?

[erasemeplz.livejournal.com]

[He frowns a little. Honestly, he doesn't feel like it's any of her (or anyone else's) business. He knows his body and the effects of his powers better than anyone, not that she knows that he has powers, which is something he'd much rather keep to himself.]

... I don't need to see one.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[She frowns right back, but more at the situation than at him. It isn't her business -- more than that, it's rude of her to pry -- but how is she supposed to just turn around and leave this boy to waste away as he is so obviously doing?]

If.. if you're sure. Just -- consider it, maybe?

[erasemeplz.livejournal.com]

When it's necessary.

[He's honest about that. When it's necessary for him to see a doctor, when his condition worsens to where he needs medication to live and to keep the pain at bay, then he will. Until then, even if he does feel a little sick, it's nothing he's too worried about.]

[While he might be good at ignoring his illnesses though, hunger is not something he likes to ignore. And right now he's so hungry that his stomach is growling and he frowns again.]

... I should go.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[His stomach is just loud enough for her to hear in a convenient lull in the conversations that surround them. Thus, rather than merely nodding and bidding him a good day, she bites her lip in a moment's hesitation and then speaks.]

Do you have enough food, where you are going?

[erasemeplz.livejournal.com]

[Yoite nods his head. And if he hadn't had enough food, he would find some way to get it, not that it's necessary for him to say that.]

I do.

[And with that, he starts walking past her, though pauses briefly and glances at her.]

Goodbye.