Theft Twenty-Six

[demonfoxthief]

[Youko is eating some salad, looking out the window casually. He shakes his head, and takes another bite. The food is almost gone, and he sighs - before it's cut off by him gagging. The bowl drops from his hand, and the fork with it. He holds his stomach, and tries to not fall to the floor. He settles for sliding down against the wall, curling his

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[dissimulatingly]

[knocking on the door, which won't get answered, he knows, so he lets himself in]

Youko~

[demonfoxthief]

[Doesn't answer - duh - just looks up at the door and narrows his eyes.] Not now, Yukimura...

[dissimulatingly]

Not now? Why not Youko?

Is something wrong?

[continues to let himself in!]

[ooc; I'm just going to pretend that I didn't get dragged out for an hour and this is alllll before people started replying /o/]

[demonfoxthief]

Yes, something's wrong. I've been poisoned.

((OOC: Works for me! /o/))

[sealedbowsavior]

Oh God!

Hey, what's wrong!? Can I get you anything?!

[demonfoxthief]

I'll... deal with it myself...

((OOC: D: I AM SORRY HE DOES THIS.))

[sealedbowsavior]

But I want to help! Come on, I have skill in healing!

[demonfoxthief]

I don't need help!

((OOC: You did not see that fail.))

[rasenjou]

[demonfoxthief]

[Fighting back a wave of vomit.] What?

[rasenjou]

You need a doctor.

[demonfoxthief]

I've never needed one befo- [Turns and throws up.]

[discardedwish]

Uncle.

[demonfoxthief]

Yes? [Eyetwitch. SO DO NOT NEED THIS RIGHT NOW.]

[discardedwish]

What has happened?

[demonfoxthief]

I was poisoned. [And he smells of vomit, too.]