[ He's been sick long enough to recognize the symptoms—the usual spread of flu aches and woes—but that doesn't mean it can't get worse, that new ones can't crop up. After a full day of hearing shit, ]
[Has he been calling? Probably. He's been calling a lot of people. Half of his friends are in quarantine and the other half are trying to smash information out of people.
So yeah, probably. But he still has to check his call logs to make sure.]
[ He hasn't paid much attention to his phone, shooting off the errant message here and there (which takes some self-restraint, given that boredom and bedrest will probably kill him before this illness does)—he'd rather his friends go beat some answers out of people than sit around and chat. And he's distracted besides, dully staring at the message as he takes his pulse without thinking. Yeah. Still alive. ]
I'd be a very limber corpse if I could still text. [ Rigor mortis and all. ] Sorry, I must've missed your messages.
[Look, he had to check okay. He's seen zombie movies, he know how these apocalypses start. Someone gets a cold and then suddenly they're all fighting over tin cans of tuna and wearing garbage for clothes.]
Good to hear. And no worries - I knew you weren't like running around with the sickness. You ain't that dumb.
You need anything? I threw donuts to Ann. I can probably throw...something to you. Idk if they have Jagariko here though.
[a) don't turn into a zombie b) don't go places alone c) always double tap d) cardio cardio cardio
But also third floor? MMMM CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. It might be hard, but if Yusuke opens his window and leans out, maybe he can make it. He's not a baseball kid, but that doesn't mean he's weak either.]
Bet I can make it. I got Ann her donuts. And it ain't like I'm gonna be able to get close to you guys any other way. They say you're all under quarantine or somethin'.
[ wow.. thankfully they're being spared any zombie symptoms or these brackets would be eating crow
Anyway, if accidentally goading Ryuji into a pitching challenge gets him his tea, so be it. Though staying holed up isn't exactly a good time; he'd much rather be out grabbing some himself. ]
Yes, it's best to keep out of possible fluid range.
I am at the mercy of your throwing arm instead. [ Maybe he did shot put or something..... ]
[ awkward texts come packaged with this friendship, no refunds ]
Very well. See you soon.
[ He's a little dubious about how this is going to turn out, but given the fact that he's standing by his open window whenever Ryuji decides to show up... he's willing to give it a try. Why not. He leans against the frame, voice hoarse around the edges when he calls down. A little worse for wear, but he can be grateful that his pallor probably isn't that visible from the ground—or even that strange, for him. ]
Did you manage to find any—? [ Does he drink tea... ]
[Third floor is a little hard, but he's got a good arm. He can do this!
Ryuji shows up below Yusuke's window and squints up at him. He looks like death warmed over - so not much different from usual. He holds up a box of what seemed like green tea at the time and shakes it at his friend.]
[ "Seemed like." Ominous. Yusuke can't make out much in the way of details from here, so there's only one way to find out. ]
I'll give you a verdict once I've sampled it.
[ And so, he pokes his head out the window as far as he can without teetering over the sill completely, obviously prepared to be wowed by his buddy's track and field prowess. ]
[ Maybe if he'd been at his best, he'd be ready to draw on a swordsman's instinct and some ace hand-eye coordination skills. Instead, he's sick as hell, and—he hears someone calling him again, the same hallucinations he's been plagued with for days. He sharply averts his gaze ahead of him towards... nothing. Empty air.
He doesn't even make a good college try to get the box before it beans him. Thanks to their impeccable teamwork, the tea box bounces off right off his face and back towards the ground as Yusuke lets out a strangled noise and stumbles from view.
...He doesn't bother getting back up right away. Back to texts. ]
Is the tea intact? Because I'm uncertain that my face is.
For a second it seemed like everything was going to go great. The tea was sailing upward, Yusuke was waiting at the window, hands--- uh, hands??? HANDS WERE NOT UP?????
Ryuji could barely let out a strangled yell as he noticed Yusuke look away suddenly just as the box reached his face. It bounced off and came back at him and Ryuji dove toward it, scrambling to catch it before it fell to the ground and scattered. He juggles it a few moments, bouncing it off the palms of his hands before securing it.
And then his phone buzzes a moment or two later.]
Dude, you okay?? i though you were gonna catch it????
[ Hands were not up, mistakes were made, the world is a cruel and callous place. Thankfully, it's just a soft box of tea and not a thermos, so it's not going to leave much of a mark. ]
I did by some definitions You could say I caught it with my nose
[ It's all about perspective. Plus, he's not sure how to explain his sudden case of butterfingers—better to take them out of the equation altogether. ]
Why don't you try throwing it through my window instead
[The only mark left is on his pride... Ryuji is still staring up at the window as his phone buzzes. He can't tell if he just killed his friend or not that that really sucks? He might be texting him from a blood puddle or beyond the grave.
...
Man, it would really suck to be haunted by Yusuke.
When the phone buzzes a third time, he looks back down and fires off a response.]
Did I just break your face? I'm sorry, man.
just get away from the window for a bit. I don't want it cracking you in the skull.
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Ryuji. Have you been calling me?
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So yeah, probably. But he still has to check his call logs to make sure.]
Yeah, you're not dead, right?
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I'd be a very limber corpse if I could still text. [ Rigor mortis and all. ] Sorry, I must've missed your messages.
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Good to hear. And no worries - I knew you weren't like running around with the sickness. You ain't that dumb.
You need anything? I threw donuts to Ann. I can probably throw...something to you. Idk if they have Jagariko here though.
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No, thank you. I haven't had much of an appetite lately.
Though I will take some tea if you happen on it.
[ ... ]
Preferably not thrown. [ assuming he's lobbing donuts at ann, that might not work so well here. ]
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Tea bags okay? I can throw those.
[But not...you know, thermos full of tea. That might be messy.]
What floor you live on?
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Meanwhile, Yusuke seems neither surprised or perturbed he did, in fact, mean to literally toss these things at him. ]
That's fine. Though you might have trouble reaching a third story window.
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But also third floor? MMMM CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. It might be hard, but if Yusuke opens his window and leans out, maybe he can make it. He's not a baseball kid, but that doesn't mean he's weak either.]
Bet I can make it. I got Ann her donuts. And it ain't like I'm gonna be able to get close to you guys any other way. They say you're all under quarantine or somethin'.
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Anyway, if accidentally goading Ryuji into a pitching challenge gets him his tea, so be it. Though staying holed up isn't exactly a good time; he'd much rather be out grabbing some himself. ]
Yes, it's best to keep out of possible fluid range.
I am at the mercy of your throwing arm instead. [ Maybe he did shot put or something..... ]
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Um, gross, dude.
[he knows what Yusuke meant, but still. gross]
I'll be over there in about ten minutes. Open your window so I know which one to throw at.
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Very well. See you soon.
[ He's a little dubious about how this is going to turn out, but given the fact that he's standing by his open window whenever Ryuji decides to show up... he's willing to give it a try. Why not. He leans against the frame, voice hoarse around the edges when he calls down. A little worse for wear, but he can be grateful that his pallor probably isn't that visible from the ground—or even that strange, for him. ]
Did you manage to find any—? [ Does he drink tea... ]
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Ryuji shows up below Yusuke's window and squints up at him. He looks like death warmed over - so not much different from usual. He holds up a box of what seemed like green tea at the time and shakes it at his friend.]
This work? It was all I could find.
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I'll give you a verdict once I've sampled it.
[ And so, he pokes his head out the window as far as he can without teetering over the sill completely, obviously prepared to be wowed by his buddy's track and field prowess. ]
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Well, alright then.
INCOMING!
[Thanks for being a bro and leaning out the window, Yusuke. Ryuji takes a few steps back, eyes the distance, winds up and then?
Launches the box straight at Yusuke.
...Or rather, right at his head.
GOOD LUCK CATCHING THAT.]
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He doesn't even make a good college try to get the box before it beans him. Thanks to their impeccable teamwork, the tea box bounces off right off his face and back towards the ground as Yusuke lets out a strangled noise and stumbles from view.
...He doesn't bother getting back up right away. Back to texts. ]
Is the tea intact? Because I'm uncertain that my face is.
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For a second it seemed like everything was going to go great. The tea was sailing upward, Yusuke was waiting at the window, hands--- uh, hands??? HANDS WERE NOT UP?????
Ryuji could barely let out a strangled yell as he noticed Yusuke look away suddenly just as the box reached his face. It bounced off and came back at him and Ryuji dove toward it, scrambling to catch it before it fell to the ground and scattered. He juggles it a few moments, bouncing it off the palms of his hands before securing it.
And then his phone buzzes a moment or two later.]
Dude, you okay?? i though you were gonna catch it????
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I did by some definitions
You could say I caught it with my nose
[ It's all about perspective. Plus, he's not sure how to explain his sudden case of butterfingers—better to take them out of the equation altogether. ]
Why don't you try throwing it through my window instead
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...
Man, it would really suck to be haunted by Yusuke.
When the phone buzzes a third time, he looks back down and fires off a response.]
Did I just break your face? I'm sorry, man.
just get away from the window for a bit. I don't want it cracking you in the skull.