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Fuda #37 [video/action] backdated to the 18th
[Tsuzuki's never quite gotten used to how time works in Luceti. It seems like the years practically run past him. It's not that long since last october. He can still remember how badly Hisoka seemed to feel on this day.
He leaves an elaborate origami bird on the pillow, smoothing down the bed sheets. Happy birthday, partner. Tsuzuki knows he doesn't want any fuss, so he will stay out of Hisoka's way today.
Later, he can be found outside of the temple, testing out his new broom on the autumn leaves. The new place reminds him of home. It goes without saying that he wants to take care of it. There are precious few things left in Luceti that has any trace of home left.
He rests against his broom, looking at the piles of leaves. From looking at them you'd never think they were a lot of work, but his back apparently feels they were.]
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All those leaves didn't stay in piles for long.][He ends up coming home because of it, and he's still reeling from it when he enters the door. The house looks intact, at the very least.]
Hisoka! Are you okay?
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Yeah... I was just at the lake.
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We should head back to town, see if people are hurt.
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[But Tsuzuki is being serious, and Hisoka sobers quickly.]
Did something happen?
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[He dashes past him to check the bathroom, calling over his shoulder.]
I -- yes! Tornado.
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Is it bad?
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Bad enough. Are you coming with me?
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Get your coat then, we're leaving.
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Do you think we'll be able to do anything effective? We're not as much help as we ought to be while we're here.
can we handwave the helping part and let them return home?
[And since there's nothing to wait for, he simply walks out the door and waits on the outside.]
Just keep your eyes open.
Sure we can!
By then, Hisoka's pale and shivering, enough that he's openly clinging to Tsuzuki as they return home.]
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[Helping his partner walk through the door, he glances down at the way Hisoka clutches at him and concern starts to make itself known again. He pushes himself too hard.]
Are you sure you're okay?
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I told you I'm sure. I'm just nauseous. Stop worrying so much.
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Of--of course. I wasn't going to let you do it alone. [He's just going to lean over until he's sitting with his head against his knees. Ughhhh people.]
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[Considering how badly Hisoka reacts, maybe next time Tsuzuki ought to be kinder and let him stay at home. He knows that Hisoka would never approve of that, though. And perhaps it's the only way to get better at handling it.]
Here, try one. It's ginger candy. It helps with nausea.