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[mostly closed, some open, a Sick Boy]

Who: Junpei and friends
What: He's sick and it's stupid
When: Pretty much the day of the explosion, some others
Where: Explosion site and beyond
Warning(s): One prompt will have an attempted murder....

sick and mopey

[After his wild morning doing tons of things he shouldn't have, Junpei is... exhausted. Things not to do when you have fast-acting flu: everything he did today? He's pale and tired and looks like hell, generally speaking, but ultimately it's just a Bad Case of Flu. So he's moping now, but he's managed to find a mouth mask to at least keep his own gross germs to himself.

Really, he's just sitting on a bench as isolated as possible from the crowd, mercifully thinned after everything else this morning, and alternating between watching people pass by and checking his phone.

So the day is going great. Every so often he wordlessly points to give directions to the clinic or shake his head to refuse to move, you know, normal flu things. Just let him sit here in misery.

Or listen while he speaks, muffled:] Don't come any closer, but have you heard anything about what the hell is going on?

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[Do you... somehow...... want another wild sick boy prompt?? Do you want to visit him at home when he's finally bullied into going back??? Let me know, jojoveller etc.]

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[A weird banging... can't she knock... Junpei's been forced to sit on the couch since he finally got home this afternoon, which would be worse than it is if he didn't have a cool fantasy TV playing weird black and white shows, but it's... it sucks. But it could suck more.

Still, the couch isn't so far from the front door that he needs assistance in dragging himself over there, pulling his own mask back up over his mouth like he's been doing whenever someone is actually around. Uggggh, so sore.

But look, it's Anemone. He blinks.] Uh... hey. Didn't think I'd see you after you banned me from coming over.

[She can't knock with Gulliver in her hands like this.]

I wasn't planning on it, but I figured you could use a furry companion. [She holds up Gulliver eye level to him like it's no big deal. Gulliver just wiggles his arms like he's swimming.]

[Okay - he's confused, but fuck, that's cute. Look at him wiggle. Shit.]

You're gonna let him in here...? [Hmm!] Can he get sick?

[Junpei doesn't know shit about animals.]

[There's nothing to be confused about gosh she's just being a friend.]

Yeah, he should be fine! I'm gonna keep working in district [so she doesn't go try and murder any of the culprits] so then you can keep each other company this way.

[He didn't think she'd give him her pet to babysit!! Or be babysat by... or neither, since they'll both be sitting there uselessly like lumps.]

Well, if you're sure... [Then yes, give him this wiggling lump. He holds his arms out for Gulliver.] I'll keep him busy with TV and staring.

[And Junpei wants a dog. That's going to go so horrible.

She gives him a funny look.]

I can bring him in for you. [She's not.... really sure he should be trying to carry Gulliver. Sick or healthy.]

[No... let him carry him..... okay fine. His arms drop, lamely. He's so sick.]

Yeah, okay. That's fair. C'mon in, just- don't touch the couch, I guess.

[That is where he lives now.]

I've got gloves on. [If Gulliver wasn't hiding her hands, he'd see them.

She walks around him and in, shuffling Gulliver to rest on one of her arms so that she can reach out to grab a floofy pillow, lay it flat, and plop Gulliver on top of her. Then she grins and pulls a small burlap bag out of her pocket and puts it next to him.]

Food for him, so you don't have to worry about it.

[She totally thinks this was a good plan.]

[Well, okay... Junpei shuffles back into the room with her, then, mostly watching Gulliver sit on his pillow. Damn, he's comforted already.]

Oh, uh, thanks. You really thought this through... how long am I keeping him?

The day? Or until you're better? [However long that is. ...What if he gets worse?] I can come back later after I've done what I can for cleanup in the district. [Now that she can be there without having too much of a freakout, likely courtesy of Rhys.]

[However long that will be, indeed...]

Alright. So I just give him food when he... looks hungry? Does he even make noise?

He sometimes.... rumbles a bit. Sort of a... weird low purr. [She gives Gulliver an odd but fond look.] He might just feed himself if you're unconscious or something. [Which may or may not be a sign as to why Gulliver is the size he is.]

Hey, I haven't passed out at all. [...] Or, uh, since I got home.

[Now that he's said it, he'll definitely fall asleep staring at Gulliver just sitting there fatly... it's inevitable.]

Well you're supposed to be resting, aren't you? [You'd better rest or she'll just knock you out!! Same thing, right?]

[Anemone that is not going to help him be less sick!!]

I am resting. Look, I've got a couch and the TV playing... whatever the hell this is. Super restful.

[She taps her chin.] What else are sick people supposed to do?

[That sure is a question. Junpei shrugs. He's already done really poorly at step one, sooo.]

Get taken care of, but I've already got someone for that.

[God she doesn't even know about smart things like DRINK FLUIDS or any of that so she can't even berate him about it. So she just sort of shrugs.] Do you want anything from the market? Not everything's been contaminated. Or um... the Station I guess.

[Surely someone else will make Junpei drink fluids. He'll live, really.]

Uh... not sure I want to eat anything for the next... year? So maybe not.

[She folds her arms.] Jeez not everything has to be food. [Even if it usually is for her but shhh.] Just lay down and don't do anything stupid, okay? [SHE'S CONCERNED.]

What else is up there, anyway? More t-shirts...?

[He doesn't go up to the Station to explore anymore; besides snack runs and brief visits to the stasis units that seem to get rarer and rarer, he's so... settled. Down here.

But anyway, he'll flop uselessly on the couch, waving a hand at her.] I got all my stupid out this morning.

...well, I donno. [I Went to Thesa Station and All I Got Was a Stupid T-Shirt? Yeah, no.

But whatever. At least he's flopped down.

Except she looks at him with laser-sharp eyes :|]

What does that mean? What did you do now?

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Uh, nothing. [Busted. He makes a face.] I mean, nothing that worked! I got too sick and had to come home, after maybe trying to catch one of those gang members.

[They're a crappy street gang because... Junpei said so.]

You did what?! [Junpei.........] You're sick, I don't care if you were a detective or something! [btw she knows about that]

[Does this mean... Akechi listens to him... and talks about him??? He's a good friend.]

I didn't get hurt! I'm here, aren't I? Look- totally unharmed!

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