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Jul 04, 2005 14:32

It took some shouting, but I've finally managed to free myself from the clutches of the nurses and leave the hospital wing ( Read more... )

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yuuri_maou July 5 2005, 08:15:14 UTC
*On his way to his room to pick up clothes, he hears Wolfram yell and forgets all about their fight, replaced by a need to make sure that Wolfram is all right. He runs around the corner and approaches*

Wolfram! What's wrong? What happened?

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goldenbishounen July 5 2005, 17:42:18 UTC
[OOC: Managed to typo this response twice in a row. Sorry!]

::A handful of guards had come to his shout, and he doesn't notice Yuuri at first, snarling at the guard who had arrived with a bucket in hand.:: Get rid of that.

::He weaves where he stands, a growl and a glare holding back the man who reaches out a hand to steady him. He frees one hand from where it's clenched in the fabric over his chest to stab a finger in the direction of one of the guards.:: You. Get together a team to start the search from the roof down. ::Another guard is singled out, this one the one who'd set aside the bucket with a blush.:: Get some other men and start from the basement, working up.

::He's half turned away and still doesn't see Yuuri's approach as he turns his attention to yet another man.:: Find the Maou, and have him meet me here at once.

::The sound of Yuuri's voice comes in time with the guards answer, He's already here, sir. He turns quickly, locking shaking knees when they threaten to deposit him on the ground. He doesn't answer Yuuri ( ... )

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yuuri_maou July 5 2005, 19:33:22 UTC
*The guards scatter, moving around him with hasty speed to obey Wolfram’s orders. His heart jumps with every unsteady, wavering movement of Wolfram’s body and he wonders how the hell the boy is even on standing, let alone bossing men nearly twice his height around as if they were children ( ... )

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goldenbishounen July 6 2005, 05:07:10 UTC
::It's sheer stubborn nature that keeps him standing, and for a moment he bristles at Yuuri's suggestion.:: I don't need... ::But then the boy has hold of his hand, an arm around his waist, and Yuuri's voice is soft and compelling next to his ear. Without realizing what he's doing, he lets his knees fold, and they're both on the ground. For a moment his head swims, the short naps he's managed to to snatch not enough to lighten the exhaustion of recent stresses. Yuuri's hands are there to steady him, gently reassuring ( ... )

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