[ functional. leo's also hidden the cough, blood and petals; first behind hands and sheets of paper, and then beneath convenient wandering. concerns about izumi's condition come in short questions that are put forth, dismissed, and not pushed further -- partly because leo trusts it's not much when izumi says so, partly because that's what leo wants it to be.
it's not, obviously. leo knows when he hears the familiar voice through the leylines he used for curious amusement and later for necessary distractions. when he struggles through his labored breathing to finally find izumi, similarly ill but also worse, after leo moves through the locations he remembers. when he finally settles down beside his friend, breathless.
they're a mess. a mess of petals and unsaid bullshit. even now, leo's attempting to keep the sheer panic muted.
well. at least they're suffering through this shit together. ]
Sena -- hey, Sena. You're gonna call and then fall asleep?
[ no.
it's nothing close to the things leo wants to say, but it helps to suppress the uglier things clawing in his chest, not agains squeezing worse than the flowers. the coughs are pushed down too -- more audible in the slightly stressed syllables of his words than they have been the past few days.
he's terrified, really. not for his own state, but it's... fine.
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it's not, obviously. leo knows when he hears the familiar voice through the leylines he used for curious amusement and later for necessary distractions. when he struggles through his labored breathing to finally find izumi, similarly ill but also worse, after leo moves through the locations he remembers. when he finally settles down beside his friend, breathless.
they're a mess. a mess of petals and unsaid bullshit. even now, leo's attempting to keep the sheer panic muted.
well. at least they're suffering through this shit together. ]
Sena -- hey, Sena. You're gonna call and then fall asleep?
[ no.
it's nothing close to the things leo wants to say, but it helps to suppress the uglier things clawing in his chest, not agains squeezing worse than the flowers. the coughs are pushed down too -- more audible in the slightly stressed syllables of his words than they have been the past few days.
he's terrified, really. not for his own state, but it's... fine.
(okay, it's not.) ]