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#3 | [Event Log] Night of the Thirteen Moogles
Characters: Sephiroth & OPEN [Event-log]
Where/When: As titles below.
Summary: At first, there is nothing happening with Sephiroth. He has lost the ability to call forth on the power his Jobs granted him; still believing his weakness might be a sign of impending stasis, he has kept up his training regimen/study at the Library as if there is nothing wrong - but he hasn't been monster hunting; that would be suicide. Until the morning of 18th October, and it all shifts dramatically-
Warnings: Specifically in #3- Worsening exhaustion/flu-like symptoms leading to character death on 28th October
#1 - 18th October: House A-02 / Around Aqures Ixen
As if being dropped in a dream, eyes shot open as if he had hit a concrete floor. A sharp twitch along every cluster of nerves down Sephiroth's spine was so sudden it was almost painful. He lay there as still as possible and yet somewhat out of breath, unfocused vision picking out patterns on the ceiling that weren't really there. It was still dark, very early in the morning. He must have turned awkwardly in his sleep, it wouldn't surprise him at all - just something else to add to the near-constant aches and pains of some variation that had come to define his existence in Crystallis. No pain no gain.
If not for the dull humming of the flinch that didn't just fade away. Quite the opposite, it quickly blossomed outwards in every direction and carried an intense crackling of energy along with it. Like a high-adrenaline shot but so much more. His pulse began to race, there was an instant ringing in his ears and a bitter lump quickly formed in the back of his throat. Sephiroth forced himself to both swallow and blink as the Mako infused deeply within his entire being all lit up at once as if a switch was thrown on. It was all too much energy in one go and the noise of shock that he made was completely involuntary as his body was thrown into something of a rapid seizure. All muscles clenched and he crushed his eyes closed as it wracked his entire frame.
Minutes passed, but it felt like hours before Sephiroth looked around the room in the loudly humming afterglow. A light green, smoking outline danced along the edge of his skin as he pulled arms out of the covers and forced himself to get up. He could see Spencer across the room, still fast asleep in his drawer of a bed - completely oblivious. Mako- He thought as, still only in the shorts he slept in, Sephiroth shakily strode out onto the landing. His throat was intensely dry, a common side effect but nothing a tall glass of water wouldn't fix. As for the abundance of energy that danced through him, well, he wouldn't be going back to bed. He really should have been more aware of that top step though; the heavy sound of a body crashing down the stairs ripped through the early morning gloom of the house-
"Kupo!" The startled noise of a woken moogle followed.
Later, all equipped and more ready for anything than Sephiroth had felt since he arrived in Aqures he took the opportunity for an extended patrol around the Districts. All lethargy he felt was gone, all lingering aches from over training and even the recent sprain to his sword hand was as if it had never happened. No trace whatsoever of his early morning tumble. It was chillier out than recently, but it didn't bother him at all; pride swollen in his bearing once more and plain to see in how he carried himself. Whatever had ailed him, it was over now and he was returned to how he should be. This was how he could be a Hero.
It felt good, never mind the light tiredness which hung somewhere in the back of his mind, what could he expect from such a sudden rush.
#2 - 19th October: Aqurean Forest
Bodies of blackened, still-smoldering Ochu littered a small path of destruction towards a small clearing where Sephiroth fought off the remaining two of them. The ailments that they would usually cast were short lived indeed; sleep couldn't touch his energized state, and poison was countered immediately with Esuna - a magical haze of green obscuring Sephiroth from view momentarily when it was cast.
He smirked widely and cast his final two large fireballs outwards towards them. Thorny arms flailed and the monsters screeched as they fell limp. Good. His Fire materia hadn't depreciated at all for the months it had lain inactive. There was no sign at all of the armor his Jobs had required him to equip, only his signature silver and leather, as Sephiroth stepped out of his battle stance and turned back towards the tree that Spencer had opted to sit and watch up in; nodding once to the moogle that the coast was clear again for him to come down.
"Who would've known, Kupo, that you could use crystals to cast magic like that." The small moogle commented as he hovered down, checking something off on a list. "But don't you think we should head back soon- we have come quite a way out and we should get back before it starts to get too late."
"Don't be scared, Spencer. I can handle it."
#3 - 25th - 28th October: House A-02
A few days prior, Jessie had told him that he wouldn't last until November. At the time, Sephiroth had brushed it off, being only afflicted with the lightest of sniffles. The only reason he had gone to Jessie at all was due to the impossibility of him developing a cold in the first place, considering the return to his Mako-infused state and not to mention - Sephiroth had never fallen sick to the common cold in his life.
Oh how he rued that notion now. If anything, he was beginning to wonder if the Mako were heightening the virus that had him now bed bound and miserable.
Sephiroth couldn't move very much, or with very much strength at all without intense pain flaring up in all his joints. His nose was a faucet that couldn't turn off, and recently all of his sweat glands begun to act the same way as well; running a fever whilst wrapped up in two blankets and yet still shivering. What was a tickly cough now felt as if it were shredding his windpipe every time he erupted into an unannounced bout of coughing and though Sephiroth felt exhausted, he didn't dare allow sleep to take him.
Mako-gleaming green slitted eyes peered over the top of sheets pulled up right to his chin, at anyone who would dare to enter his room. He really should have considered that lock while he was still well, couldn't they all just leave him to die in peace?
Where/When: As titles below.
Summary: At first, there is nothing happening with Sephiroth. He has lost the ability to call forth on the power his Jobs granted him; still believing his weakness might be a sign of impending stasis, he has kept up his training regimen/study at the Library as if there is nothing wrong - but he hasn't been monster hunting; that would be suicide. Until the morning of 18th October, and it all shifts dramatically-
Warnings: Specifically in #3- Worsening exhaustion/flu-like symptoms leading to character death on 28th October
#1 - 18th October: House A-02 / Around Aqures Ixen
As if being dropped in a dream, eyes shot open as if he had hit a concrete floor. A sharp twitch along every cluster of nerves down Sephiroth's spine was so sudden it was almost painful. He lay there as still as possible and yet somewhat out of breath, unfocused vision picking out patterns on the ceiling that weren't really there. It was still dark, very early in the morning. He must have turned awkwardly in his sleep, it wouldn't surprise him at all - just something else to add to the near-constant aches and pains of some variation that had come to define his existence in Crystallis. No pain no gain.
If not for the dull humming of the flinch that didn't just fade away. Quite the opposite, it quickly blossomed outwards in every direction and carried an intense crackling of energy along with it. Like a high-adrenaline shot but so much more. His pulse began to race, there was an instant ringing in his ears and a bitter lump quickly formed in the back of his throat. Sephiroth forced himself to both swallow and blink as the Mako infused deeply within his entire being all lit up at once as if a switch was thrown on. It was all too much energy in one go and the noise of shock that he made was completely involuntary as his body was thrown into something of a rapid seizure. All muscles clenched and he crushed his eyes closed as it wracked his entire frame.
Minutes passed, but it felt like hours before Sephiroth looked around the room in the loudly humming afterglow. A light green, smoking outline danced along the edge of his skin as he pulled arms out of the covers and forced himself to get up. He could see Spencer across the room, still fast asleep in his drawer of a bed - completely oblivious. Mako- He thought as, still only in the shorts he slept in, Sephiroth shakily strode out onto the landing. His throat was intensely dry, a common side effect but nothing a tall glass of water wouldn't fix. As for the abundance of energy that danced through him, well, he wouldn't be going back to bed. He really should have been more aware of that top step though; the heavy sound of a body crashing down the stairs ripped through the early morning gloom of the house-
"Kupo!" The startled noise of a woken moogle followed.
Later, all equipped and more ready for anything than Sephiroth had felt since he arrived in Aqures he took the opportunity for an extended patrol around the Districts. All lethargy he felt was gone, all lingering aches from over training and even the recent sprain to his sword hand was as if it had never happened. No trace whatsoever of his early morning tumble. It was chillier out than recently, but it didn't bother him at all; pride swollen in his bearing once more and plain to see in how he carried himself. Whatever had ailed him, it was over now and he was returned to how he should be. This was how he could be a Hero.
It felt good, never mind the light tiredness which hung somewhere in the back of his mind, what could he expect from such a sudden rush.
#2 - 19th October: Aqurean Forest
Bodies of blackened, still-smoldering Ochu littered a small path of destruction towards a small clearing where Sephiroth fought off the remaining two of them. The ailments that they would usually cast were short lived indeed; sleep couldn't touch his energized state, and poison was countered immediately with Esuna - a magical haze of green obscuring Sephiroth from view momentarily when it was cast.
He smirked widely and cast his final two large fireballs outwards towards them. Thorny arms flailed and the monsters screeched as they fell limp. Good. His Fire materia hadn't depreciated at all for the months it had lain inactive. There was no sign at all of the armor his Jobs had required him to equip, only his signature silver and leather, as Sephiroth stepped out of his battle stance and turned back towards the tree that Spencer had opted to sit and watch up in; nodding once to the moogle that the coast was clear again for him to come down.
"Who would've known, Kupo, that you could use crystals to cast magic like that." The small moogle commented as he hovered down, checking something off on a list. "But don't you think we should head back soon- we have come quite a way out and we should get back before it starts to get too late."
"Don't be scared, Spencer. I can handle it."
#3 - 25th - 28th October: House A-02
A few days prior, Jessie had told him that he wouldn't last until November. At the time, Sephiroth had brushed it off, being only afflicted with the lightest of sniffles. The only reason he had gone to Jessie at all was due to the impossibility of him developing a cold in the first place, considering the return to his Mako-infused state and not to mention - Sephiroth had never fallen sick to the common cold in his life.
Oh how he rued that notion now. If anything, he was beginning to wonder if the Mako were heightening the virus that had him now bed bound and miserable.
Sephiroth couldn't move very much, or with very much strength at all without intense pain flaring up in all his joints. His nose was a faucet that couldn't turn off, and recently all of his sweat glands begun to act the same way as well; running a fever whilst wrapped up in two blankets and yet still shivering. What was a tickly cough now felt as if it were shredding his windpipe every time he erupted into an unannounced bout of coughing and though Sephiroth felt exhausted, he didn't dare allow sleep to take him.
Mako-gleaming green slitted eyes peered over the top of sheets pulled up right to his chin, at anyone who would dare to enter his room. He really should have considered that lock while he was still well, couldn't they all just leave him to die in peace?
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It's true that she didn't like him but after learning about how death was in this world she knew she couldn't do anything to Sephiroth here. It was weird but she had decided to just be annoying because it was fun. Now she couldn't even do that, all the fun from before was lost as she watched her nemesis bend over in pain.
"It's closed now. Can I at least keep the window and door open? You need fresh air..." Somehow Yuffie felt like there roles were reversed and she really didn't like it. Who knew he was so stubborn. He could have asked for help sooner or sent Spencer to get help but instead he made it so they both suffered.
She walked over and sat on the corner of his bed, waiting for his coughing to ceased. "You know, SOMETIMES you can ask for help. Not saying from me." Yuffie waved her hands in front of her face quickly. She was pretty sure he wouldn't want her help even if she offered it.
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A light smile threatened to twitch up at the sides of his mouth at her obvious concern, even if she might deny it even now. Spencer in the meantime hovered close to the opposite night stand, while Sephiroth finally was able to take the tea from Mooshoo; to be hugged close into his lap until it cooled a little. Hot drinks offered comfort, scalding the top of his mouth would not. At least he didn't argue at all, about the window and door being left open, but really he didn't have the energy. He wanted to chuckle at her gesturing but it just made him feel more miserable to think that it might hurt to do so.
"There isn't anything to be done." Sephiroth looked away over towards the window, anything to keep his gaze away from her and the moogles. Drawing a slight-wheezy breath and letting it out as slow as he could. "I shouldn't even be sick like this-"
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Yuffie really didn't know about the process of being a SOLDIER first class or what was up with glowing eyes. She only knew that Zack had them too. For a moment she studied his face and realized how miserable he must be feeling. Part of her was happy but then part of her was sad, which only left her more confused. She decided not to dwell on it.
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"SOLDIER have a higher resistance to sickness than most." She sounded confused so it was only right for him to explain. Sephiroth thought that the mako-infusion that defined SOLDIER was common enough knowledge but even if it wasn't; the war was over, not that it was a secret to be kept anyway.
"-And I'm not like other SOLDIER."
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"Yeah. You're the 'strongest' SOLDIER." She made sure to emphasize the air quotes with her fingers as she spoke. Yuffie wasn't a brat on purpose, it just came naturally to her. "I thought you had just trained a lot. You seem to like training." After all its what he did every single day before now.
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He made a humph of a noise against her air quotes but much of his irritation at the gesture just didn't come across at all. He flexed his hands -they felt cold- tighter around the glass of tea in the meantime, dropping his gaze to some indefinable place between them instead of at her directly. Another slow wheeze of a breath later and he tried to speak again.
"Training is very important. In order to be the best you can be-" The last word sounded strained as an exhaustive, single cough of a noise came out of him. Immediately the back of his hand came up to cover his mouth and nose but where it didn't develop into the hacking that had been last nights problem instead he turned the hand and ran it over his moist forehead.
There were no words for how wretched Sephiroth was starting to feel.
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"I train too..." Yuffie trained in secret and spent most of her days doing that when she wasn't getting into trouble. "It's a secret though."
She was trying to distract her thoughts but it wasn't working.
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Though, here she was trying to keep up some sort of conversation and about a topic he did have a keen interest in as well. Sephiroth wetly parted lips again, set them, then swallowed the latest gathering of gunk that was starting to tickle at the back of his throat again. Even though he had been sick on a few occasions from doing that, he still did it automatically. There was a chuckle that followed, as far as heavily exhausted chuckles could be expressed - it sounded much more like a brush off than he intended.
"I used to be able to train a lot harder. Before coming here." There, he had said it and immediately hated himself for it. No matter how it sounded and felt hollow to say, from somewhere within his nauseous state of being - denying his obvious weakness still would be lying to himself now. If Jessie were right, and he was going to die from this illness with only Yuffie even aware, well, the slip to his pride had happened now. Couldn't be taken back.
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Yuffie was slowly realizing that she was probably a bother and in most cases once she ran out of something to say she would leave.
She wasn't worried, he'd be fine and if he wasn't. Oh, well but Spencer looked like he was going to put the entire weight of this on his shoulders. "So I tried cleaning, Mooshoo said I made it worse. So you need to get better and then have a look at the kitchen." It might sound stupid but what she meant was get better. She shifted her weight and then stood, turning back to stare at the hall.
Yuffie had one more thing to say but she wasn't sure how to phrase it.
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The sickness and creeping lethargy had been the furthest from his conscious thoughts and now it seemed that he were paying the price for that. He watched, thickly lashed eyes dropping more closed as Yuffie then got up after explaining the state of the kitchen. For once, Sephiroth found that he didn't care all that much for how the chores simply weren't getting done. Again, he flexed his hands around the cup as a way to wake himself up some more before taking another sip.
"Don't worry about it so much." He turned his head some towards where Spencer was still sat on the edge of the nightstand. "We could perhaps ask Angeal to-"
But Spencer nodded his head towards Yuffie as she paused on the way out. Taking another productive swallow Sephiroth creased his forehead into a deeper frown. It hurt the migraine at the front of his head though and he made an uncomfortable sounding grunt at that before speaking.
"Thank you, for the tea." He spoke as clearly as he could, hoping it might prompt her to say that thing that was clearly on her mind.
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Yuffie wasn't treating him like a friend more like treating him like a sick person or at least that's what she told herself. She already decided to stop in every few hours and check on Spencer. Her brow furrowed as she looked over at the hurt little moogle. "Hey Mooshoo." He flew over surprised that she had called him by his name and not some ridiculous nickname.
"I think I need some space. Why don't you stay here and help Spence out?" She placed a hand on his head before he could protest. "I'll be fine. Geez I'm not that bad, am I?" Mooshoo remained silent, refusing to answer Yuffie's question.
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Spencer perked up at the conversation between Yuffie and Mooshoo and he flitted up into the air even as Sephiroth sat up straighter as a result. He flicked eyes around the three of them, one hand on the edge of the blankets as if he might need to get out of bed to sort it.
The small moogle with the injured arm came up closer to Yuffie, as the too-quick movement collapsed Sephiroth into more of those debilitating hacking-coughs in the background.
"You don't get it at all, Kupo." He sounded sad in a useless kind of way. But did lower his voice, not that Sephiroth could hear over his own coughing. "Jessie doesn't think he's going to survive this."
I GET TO USE THIS ICON
Yuffie looked back at her roommate. "That's not fair! Only I can beat you. You can't die before then!" It was stupid and it sounded childish but she didn't care. Her hands were balled into fists as she throw her arms to her sides. She didn't want to cry or feel sad but it was too frustrating for her to keep in.
Mooshoo silently flapped behind her. They have spent so much time together that he was slowly understanding more about his young hero. She was brazen and young but her attiude was just a veneer that covered up her many scars
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In the meantime, Sephiroth was locked in a rough escalation of coughing that almost had his whole upper body curled around his middle and spasming noticeably by the end. As such he missed the first part, but wiped his eyes -which had been scrunched so tightly they were weeping- before chancing to open them to look over Yuffie again. The tired expression he delivered her said enough on it's own; is this really all about winning?
Then he swallowed and tried to talk, but a lot of the tone to his voice was gone.
"If it means that much to you-" Another, gunky-sounding snort accompanied his settling back onto the pillows again. "You're welcome to all the credit."
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Yuffie wasn't good at expressing or knowing how she felt most of the time. After hearing the conclusion to Sephiroth's sickness she felt more confused and loss than before. She was tired of being alone but it was a fear that she couldn't admit to. She didn't have the luxury to be afraid of anything.
Her eyes remained on the floor as she tried to think of what to do next. Her first thought was to storm off because that would be the thing to do but he was stuck in bed which means there was probably nothing to eat down stairs.
Yuffie looked back up at Sephiroth as every witty and angry remark disappeared, leaving her thoughts blank. She shouldn't care and that fact that she might upset her even more. "I hate you." Her words were filled with venom. She couldn't forget that hate, the thing that fueled her towards her goal. She turned on her heel and walked from the room.
Mooshoo flew to follow but Yuffie stopped him with a hard glare. The little moogle looked from Sephiroth to Spencer. "I'm sorry, Kupo." He continued to float there unsure of where he should go.
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"-just needs time to. Cool off."
Or so he had told himself repeatedly on the several occasions that Yuffie had gotten too-hot under the collar around him. It was always sharp retorts, witty comments until now and Sephiroth had brushed them off like he did most things - professionally and with not very much emotion at all. Perhaps it was his illness cracking his stern resolve right down the middle but he drew a long, steady breath in while those venomous words echoed around in his flu-clogged up head. He imagined he could feel acutely the particular way that each syllable still vibrated over his eardrums and they stung even more than his throat did.
"It's not your fault. But I'm glad in a way that she finally came out with it."
Spencer flew over to the bedside as Sephiroth couldn't seem to decide whether he wanted to lie back fully into the bed, or lean back and finish his cooling tea first. After a bit of hesitation, he decided. The sweat-gleaming torso lent forwards a little again to let his moogle fluff at the pillows -no small task with only one good paw- while he dragged the mass of his matted silver hair all over one shoulder, before sitting back and taking the tea cup into his lap again.
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After all Yuffie always comes back home, even when she clammed to hate her roommate. He only had guesses but Mooshoo suspected that she was wrestling with something that he couldn't understand.
"Can I assist you in anyway?" He didn't think flying after Yuffie was the best idea and he wasn't going to leave Spencer to care for his hero with only one paw.
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He thought he'd been making some progress, that she had settled into Crystallis and also having him around. Once more assuming the best out of people had turned itself inward on him like a stinger.
Spencer flitted back and flopped down on the bed stand again as Sephiroth once more slowly drew the remains of the tea into his mouth. Fidgeting his broken paw in it's small sling. The tea was starting to hurt to swallow again, even if it was sweet enough and significantly cooled already. He tried not to pull a face at the sensation of liquid running down over the raw flesh at the back of his throat and instead drew his gaze back in Mooshoo's direction.
"I'm good- Well-" He really wasn't, the last word almost losing his voice entirely. Sephiroth swallowed harshly and dryly coughed just once before continuing."- but you're welcome to loiter if only to keep Spencer company. At least until our Princess has cooled off."
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He flew over to Spencers side and followed his fellow moogles movements. He knew that deep down Yuffie would want him to help and so for the moment he would stay. He thought about what to say when he finally caught up to her but his thoughts fluttered out of reach.
"Do you know the cause of your illness? Anything strange that has happened recently?" He thought he remembered seeing Sephiroth earlier in the week and something being different but he couldn't place it. He hadn't know the SOLDIER for very long and he spent most of his time running after Yuffie.
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"I mean- Teenagers." Despite his condition, this was Sephiroth's attempt at making light of it. He thought a lot of Yuffie's attitude was adolescence showing, or rather he assured himself of that fact a lot - for what good it would do to take the edge off the fact he had killed many of her own kinsman. He dug elbows into mattress slightly as a shiver ran it's course up his spine, and new beads of sweat had started to form on his forehead.
Spencer would be grateful for Mooshoo's help in trying to cool down his Hero a little by using the damp cloth that was soaking in a shallow bowl on the opposite bedside.
There were a lot of other things Sephiroth could say about Yuffie but he was having trouble stringing the phrases together mentally. He was glad for the change in subject that Mooshoo presented.
"I think- it's something to do with the restoration of-" He blinked back a wash of dizziness, which in turn caused his green-eyes to flare up instantly. Settling down only when the room came back into focus, but that iridescence remained. "Others reported powers returning, others falling sick..."
Mooshoo wanted to be a doctor :3
He rinsed out the rang against and continued to help Spencer pat him down. It was tedious but he understood how it helped. "Should I get you some cold water kupo?" The tea he was sure helped but if he is over heating they should cool him from his core. His limbs were bound to get cold otherwise because his body isn't able to regulate its temperature.
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"I'll go, Kupo."
He wasn't sure that feeding Sephiroth too many fluids would be a good idea; getting him out of bed and to the bathroom might prove problematic. Not only that, when he'd made Sephiroth too cold before, that had spiraled out of control and it had taken nearly a day to warm him up again. He trusted Mooshoo with his Hero though, he seemed to be more knowledgeable with the caring of sick humans.
"I- I'm not sure." Sephiroth commented, almost sleepily as the reclined position he was now in threatened to force his exhausted body into slumber. Already, breathing that he was forcing to be deep sounded congested and almost throaty. Never mind that he'd already recently had a coughing fit. "I do know that I've never had a sickness like this before."
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Sleeping would let his body focus on healing itself but he didn't hold any illusions pertaining to Sephiroth's condition. Mooshoo didn't have much hope for the hero but he wouldn't let that stop him from trying.
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Spencer came back into the room a moment later with a cold glass of water just about held in his paw, and approached the bedside. He looked from Mooshoo, to Sephiroth and back again a few times.
"No- no sleep." Even at the mention of sleeping, Sephiroth's head had canted to the one side some against the pillow arrangement but stubbornly he shifted himself back up some more again. Lifting a hand groggily to take the small glass from Spencer. He took what was intended as a small sip but it was drawn into a much bigger glup-
"Ach-" At the extreme temperature change Sephiroth instantly sneezed again, a fine spray of mist being his attempt not to release all of the water that he had just taken in. Well that was it now, he was sat back up again."-ugh"
Spencer looked worriedly to Mooshoo as Sephiroth rubbed at his own forehead once more. Could he do anything without some body ache being a consequence?
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"I see." He took a moment to think, trying to come up with something that he could do to help. He only imagined what Spencer must be feeling.
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