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paradisa2014-01-23 10:59 am
stainedglassreflections) wrote in paradisa2014-01-23 10:59 am
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Accidental Voice / Action | The hero, a chance meeting with the beauty
Ugh-
[ The journal starts the noise with the unfortunate sound of a man coughing rather terribly. There is a splatter of something golden along the edge of the page, after that the coughing remains wet and muffled, as if a hand was in the way.
It continues for a minute or two, or perhaps just long enough that Sion is gasping for air after he's done. Its nasty sounding coughs, those last either awkwardly long, or actually as short as it was, depending on the person. ]
Here too, damn it...
[ The sound of water running hints what he's up to next.
Anyone in the kitchen will find him scrubbing at his mouth and washing his hands, a bit shaky from the reaction to such violent coughing.
But there sure is a gross splatter of something golden on his journal, next to a plate with a sandwich on it. ]
[ The journal starts the noise with the unfortunate sound of a man coughing rather terribly. There is a splatter of something golden along the edge of the page, after that the coughing remains wet and muffled, as if a hand was in the way.
It continues for a minute or two, or perhaps just long enough that Sion is gasping for air after he's done. Its nasty sounding coughs, those last either awkwardly long, or actually as short as it was, depending on the person. ]
Here too, damn it...
[ The sound of water running hints what he's up to next.
Anyone in the kitchen will find him scrubbing at his mouth and washing his hands, a bit shaky from the reaction to such violent coughing.
But there sure is a gross splatter of something golden on his journal, next to a plate with a sandwich on it. ]
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[Equius had been going about his business today, until he heard his journal coughing. Quickly, he took it out of his sylladex just in time to see the splatter of something golden on the edge of the page.
Confused, he made his way to the kitchen, seeing the man that had apparently been the cause of it.]
Uh, excuse me. Are you well?
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The voice has him turning to look and... Okay you look a little odd, but he as seen worse. ]
Something... got swallowed wrong.
[ He indicates the table with one hand, looking about for a towel.
Its also a huge lie. ]
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[He's already noted the sandwich on the counter... as well as the golden liquid.
Equius eyes a towel nearby and goes to get it for the man.]
Do... humans of your type normally... expunge liquid like this?
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He's sorry. This is an awkward point for a fit of giggles. Of his type. ]
I wouldn't know.
[ Lucile never said anything about this, other than it was a sign he was winning and losing, at the same time.
... Its a bad idea for him to be laughing. But too late, here he is, finding it too ridiculous to pass up. Of his type- ]
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He gets that he's being laughed at though.]
It was an honest question, I'm not as familiar with human culture as the rest of you gutterbloods.
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[ No, he's going to start coughing again. Gross and wet, because.. Well. He lied. ]
Meant that I don't know any other 'of my type'.
[ Excuse him if he slumps to the ground and coughs into the towel after getting that out. ]