MISS ME WHEN I AM GONE || open, sick

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    Some might have believed that the spotless lean serval had been sleeping through the winter in her own home, not bothering to mind the changes that the whole clan was going through with Sauron's reign, but the fact was that that day was the first since she had gone out after she had fallen sick. How careless and unfortunate for Shiraishi to fall weak when she was supposed to watch over her friends, Meikai, Tiara and Shishio. The thought of her first crush caused stomach burn and chest pain; she wondered whether he was alive or not as the last time she had seen the handsome lion was the time when he had been burned alive. She could not get the chance to visit him, which, Shiraishi felt more guilty about. She was mad at herself for not paying much attention to the coffee addict despite the fact that she had always kept her cool around him; not to mention the heat he caused every time they met. If she had been better, she would have tailed him everywhere and given him a hug perhaps midst the troubles. A hug. The pretty blonde shook her head with the thought but the worse came in.


    What if he had a date? That he could not spare his time for the quiet feline? What if finally Tiara and him were dating? Well, poor femme, she had no idea about the stabbing incident after all. She had missed everything. Only because of the fever and a runny nose. If she had taken good care of herself, she would not have been in a maze of questions. Besides, was Sauron still alive? Poor Tauriel, she had already missed the kind hearted leader.


    Sniffing, she kept walking to the crowded area, her blonde pelt was darker than usual perhaps due to not being washed by the sunlight for straight days. She sighed, brown orbs weakly observing her surroundings as she listened to the bits of conversations to catch up with the events. She was not even munching on any mint dessert; she only walked as she inhaled the oxygen she missed.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 300px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆ [size=11px] The mute had offered a dull blink in the female's direction, taking notice of the fact the other didn't appear in top condition. He had been slightly curious to what happened, crimson eyes focusing on the female as he trotted over. Not appearing to care at all about what she thought of his changes, the male would sit down and use telepathy to speak. 'You alright?' She was still considered a friend at least, he wouldn't be as apathetic is usual.

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    [i][size=17pt]"WEEP LITTLE LION MAN"[/size]

    [size=7pt][color=#F8D498]Was that.. Was that Shiraishi? He hadn't seen the sharp-tongued and calm femme for a while, and.. Instinctively, a smile managed to set upon his maw, as he would take little hesitation before approaching her. "You sound as if you-" He began, about land a jest, but taking note of her light sniffle, and almost immediately, his playful smile had faded, replaced by an expression of concern. "Are you alright?" He asked, calm voice lacing and completing his subtly perplexed features.


    / REALLY RUSHED AND MOBILE BUT HOLY SHIT OMG AAAH CRAP I NEED TO WRITE A LONGER REPLY WHEN I GET HOME

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    tiara had been wondering where shiraishi was - she had been thinking that, maybe... maybe they could be friends? unless they already were? the only thing she knew for sure was that shishio was her friend/servant.


    when she saw shiraishi walking in, she was definitely surprised. what had happened to her? it was definitely cold season right now. the feline made her way over to the blonde, doing her best not to trample over others, until she could finally talk to shiraishi.


    "Shiraishi, what happened to you? you look terrible. do you want some tea...?" she asked, looking worried. shiraishi didn't even smell like mint, even though she usually had something mint-flavored in her mouth. even shishio had noticed something was wrong, and he was just a stupid servant.
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    "Eh?" It took about three seconds to realize it was Meikai after she had uttered a sound of surprise and at the time being, her chocolate orbs examined his body as her brain processed the fact that he had spoken via telepathy. Unintentionally, she tilted her head to a side, ears falling back as she stared at her friend who had changed and perhaps, a lot had changed when she had been out of sight for only three days. However, seeing a friend, a friend whom she could strangely rely on with her eyes closed; without further hesitation, she sat next to him with a calm smile which radiated comfort yet somehow it still reflected the tiredness. Perhaps, she had chosen to seat herself quite closer than usual which was; eh, close enough for their pelts to brush against each other's. Shiraishi did not seem to mind the touch, and instead the familiarity soothed her and she only nodded in return to his question; she did not want her friends to be concerned about her while they ought to be concerned about their own lives during Sauron's play. Hardly had she opened her mouth to speak about his changes, the devil approached as if he had sensed his name being swirled inside of her head; Shishio.


    Was it even fair to speak of him as the devil when only thing he resembled was an angel to her? As if her sickness had not been enough, her heart pounded against her chest as soon as her nose caught the scent of coffee and the charming voice — which took pretty longer for her to sense since her nose did not work as healthy as before — and with that she lifted her chin to see the figure properly. In that moment she realized that the thing she felt was not some kind of admiration but she did like like him although it had been still somewhat clear to her, but there were no doubts left now. She felt the urge to hug both, especially Shishio but how awkward that would be on a scale as she was always the reserved one?


    Make it three. As soon as Tiara approached, she felt even better than before. All of her friends, which she valued the most in her life had gathered. There were no words necessary to fill the silence, Shiraishi was pretty much relieved to see their presences. They were kind and caring enough to quickly gather around her when she did not seem okay at all. Since everyone had asked the same question, it was better to answer for all. "I am," A light sniffle. "Fine, guys, I just caught a minor cold." Which lasted for three days, but she still managed a smile as that much was what she owed. "It feels good to see you." Her smile brightened even more, which was usually concealed under a calm one. "Though, you look like you bear the news." She added afterwards. What had happened to Meikai and why was he still attractive although she was not interested? Was Tiara okay? What had been Shishio doing? Was he dating with someone? Were they dating? Oh, and she almost forgot. "I'd like to, Tiara." With that, she offered a cheeky smile despite the questions in her mind. Perhaps the blonde was the only one who got her name right without mistakes. "Are you guys still playing the master and the servant or?" It was directly said, without hesitation, but she craved for the answer and the last or was obviously stating the further.




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    [size=7pt][color=#F8D498]Shishio would settle his concerns. A cold wasn't [I]too bad, right? He still felt the worry loitering around, in the background of his mind, and his heart. The steady.. Beating of his heart.. Which seemed to quicken in his chest. He tried his best to suppress it, but seeing the femme again, hearing her relaxed voice, and simply managing to catch that mint aroma seemed to bring a smile to the calm male's maw. He couldn't deny it, could he? But then again, he hadn't been asked about it. Shishio had nothing to hide - he wasn't the type to keep secrets that would find their way out eventually. The only secret he really kept was regarding his stab wound, bloodied bandages buried beneath the others, that had been draped around the burn-injuries on his body.


    Speaking of stab wound, there was Tia herself, and Shiraishi, curious about whatever attachment the two shared. "I still clean up her broken cups, if that means anything." He'd give a cool, and attractive smirk. Buried within his hazel gaze, though, maybe you could catch a gleam of guilt. His reason for having been stabbed.. It had.. It had been a complication, of sorts. Tia stabbing him because of himself being oblivious towards her emotions - because he had stated that he liked the girl before them, instead of maybe, his 'master'.


    "Minor cold or not, you had been gone for a while." Actually, maybe not for too long, but that length of time had felt far longer of a duration, especially when you lo - liked someone to such an extent. "I was beginning to miss you, actually."

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    yes - thank god someone here could get her name right. if she had to deal with everyone calling her 'tina' or 'tincan', she'd probably just die. but that was a minor issue to tiara right now; shiraishi had been sick. for three days. how did anyone even get a cold for that long? especially if, as the blonde had stated, it was just a small cold.


    "I am glad to hear that you'll have some tea! I'll go make some later," the feline said with a small smile. at least she wasn't hopeless like shishio, with all that coffee. she still didn't understand how one could love a beverage so much. tiara could probably make shishio do anything for coffee. maybe, instead of ripping his manga, she could simply hide the coffee. that would be something she wanted to see.


    she wanted to laugh when shiraishi asked if they were still playing master and servant. it wasn't a game, shishio was truly, actually, without a doubt, her servant, no matter what... and not in a kinky way. definitely not. "Of course he's still my servant. if shishio doesn't pick up my cups, then who will?" she asked, tilting her head to the right.
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