#✧ // «FFXIV» ;; 「 (WoL) Azem Anewed 」
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kodapi · 9 days ago
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     ‹ A sudden sense of dread has washed over him. A flash of realization in his eyes that make his hands grip the nearest surface tight. ›
     ‹ There is a deeply concerning lack of restraint on a certain dragoon now. ›
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cpelise · 2 years ago
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FFXIV x Bleach Crossover HC’s
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I don’t usually write headcanons. Anyone else like crossovers or is it just me? Just me, okay.
FFXIV x Bleach
🔷 Somehow you find yourself reincarnated into the soul society, anew but memory intact. You remember everything of your life as the WoL/WoD/Azem
🔷 Perhaps your memories are etched upon your soul because of your convocation stone, which incidentally enough is still on your person. To what extent it can be used though, you don’t know.
🔷 You have ‘moments’ where it’s clear you need to learn to control your reiatsu in this new world.
🔷 Your echo, once again, comes randomly. (at least until you get your reiatsu in check)
🔷 When you’re unconscious you have vivid dreams or nightmares. The worst of them you wake surrounded by damages you caused unintentionally. The tamer of them you wake with a racing heart beat, soaked in pools of sweat, anger, or crying out of loss.
🔷 You try to meditate and train until you get accepted into the Spiritual Arts Academy (in attempts to get yourself in check).
🔷 You would think acceptance would come quick- afterall, you’re the WoL of Eorzea! But applications pile in like crazy and you’re just a grain of sand on a beach. It’s not instant. You’re also humble and don’t run around displaying your skills like an idiot, drawing attention to yourself. You help where you can, if you can, as you always have.
🔷 Finally you receive your acceptance letter and attend the Academy. You’ve also been given a Uniform and an Asauchi- that you wield for your entire duration at the academy.
🔷 You are now around peers, there’s no need to suppress yourself too much anymore, but there’s also no need to show off (unless that’s your style).
🔷 In-class exercises are a cinch for you. You’ve already seen it all in Eorzea.
🔷 Kido comes naturally with just about any class (caster, healer, MNK, NIN, BRD, etc). How many battles have you fought already, champion? The mastery is etched upon your soul. Don’t even need to recite the entire spell chant to cast a kido, but you do it anyways to simply know it and put on a performance of sorts. In real battle of course, you would do no such thing. Every second in battle is valuable.
🔷 If you were a Healer/RDM, healing comes naturally to you.
🔷 Danku comes naturally if you were a class with barriers - SGE/SCH/RDM - yes even GNB (there’s one built into their skillset). Give that some thought.
- I’m missing a lot here but you get the idea. You’re the WoL, get creative 🙃
>>> Fast Forward a bit
🔷 Unlocking your Shikai comes easily. Unlocking your Bankai requires protecting something or someone important to you, with every ounce of your willpower. But you don’t know that until the moment comes.
🔷 Your Shikai is similar to Venat’s. You have the ability to swap around your class kits at will. For example; I’m currently in RDM. I see a massive blast heading my direction and 2 of my allies are behind me. Shikai! -changes to PLD- I now have the entire PLD skill kit and I can now use ‘Passage of Arms’ and shield them.
🔷 Your Bankai is Limit Break and charges similarly to Ikkaku’s. The more time spent in battle, the more charge it has, meaning it can become LB1, LB2, or LB3. Hehehe~
🔷 Hydaelyn’s Blessing? (a friend wants it added) I’m not sure how I want this thrown in here. Perhaps it prevents enemies from mind hi-jacking you to their side. That’s the best I can come up with here.
🔷 And a new glamour with each Shikai class change, or no? Like Ichigo’s Bankai. Up to you or not, as well. Personally I’m going to go the simple route with the standard Shinigami Shihakusho garb and some accessories to spice it up. I will say however, my WoL-Shinigami will get some fancy weapons.
🔷 I like the idea of either having Ardbert or Fray as your Zanpakuto. More-so the latter (as much as I love Ardbert- there’s a reason for this). Ardbert is a part of you, as is Fray. It makes sense to me, that both could fit the role perfectly. But if you’ve completed the DRK questline, you know well that you try to keep that defined line between yourself and Fray just as much as you accept them.
 - "In your darkest hour, in the blackest night... think of me... and I will be with you. Always. For where else could I go? Who else could I love but you?"
(I have more reasons & more HCs but this is getting long, lol)
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kodapi · 9 days ago
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Thancred taps Shuuji on the shoulder and gestures towards Urianger, who clears his throat and HASTILY looks away with flushed cheeks and ears.
     [ Promptless Asks || Always Accepting ]
     ‹ Those little looks, those flushed cheeks, the most certainly not-quite-put-together reactions of the Elezen... They were clear as day in what they conveyed, and conveyed often at that, yet Shuuji knew better than to push Urianger to speak on any matter he did not bring up voluntarily. In lieu of pressing him, Shuuji instead elected to smile towards the taller Scion and gesture a hand towards him, open with the palm faced up as a subtle invitation to speak as freely as he wished. ›
    ❝ I didn't mean to ignore you; I hope you hadn't been waiting too long, ❞ ‹ he commented with his sweet, warm smile ever present. It was the perfect out for Urianger to use if he wished to just excuse his staring as uncertainty in speaking, chosen to give him as much control as he needed to stay comfortable in the moment. While he spoke though his gentle eyes watched the Elezen's expression carefully, mostly eager to see every cute little way the other's features contorted as he flustered and conflicted with his attempts to keep a cool demeanor. ›
    ❝ Have you been doing well? Have you been taking breaks for yourself? ❞ ‹ So asked the hypocrite, but it was a talking point either way one chose to approach it. ›
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kodapi · 9 days ago
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[ SHARE ]: sender climbs into the receiver's sickbed with them, wrapping their arms around them to offer warmth and comfort. // ;_ ; from Aymeric.
     [ Ravished by Illness || Taking Action » Accepting ]
     ‹ Whatever he had consumed, it left him in a terrible way. A lovely trip to say hello to one of his dearest starlights would wind up becoming an extended rest period once he was found curled up around a bin, a long red crease left from how long his head had been pressed to its rim. Time had passed so strangely, sometimes swift, sometimes disorienting in how slow it crawled with minutes feeling like entire bells, but the chaos of it all almost seemed to crash in on itself and become still the moment he felt warmth permeate his side. ›
     ‹ Exhausted eyes fluttered barely open to perceive silky black hair pressed against his cheek, splotches of blue, gold, and silver snaked down his side in a vaguely person-shaped fashion — it was only after blinking some of his slumber away that it became a little more obvious it was Aymeric come to occupy the space at his side. The Elezen's arms had been thrown firmly yet carefully around his body as though such an embrace would squeeze the illness from his body, and a small part of him would nearly joke that it did for how refreshing it felt. It was enough to give him the strength to raise a hand, a weak clasp of his fingers on Aymeric's own meant to give him a little reassurance and thanks. ›
     ‹ Though he did not have the energy to speak, he did offer a small smile to Aymeric as his head tilted towards the Elezen. It was just enough to leave a faint kiss upon the other's forehead, a silent appreciation that he would spend this time at Shuuji's side. ›
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kodapi · 13 days ago
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“With everything you’ve been through lately, of course you’re tired.” // ( Exhaustion Starters ) from Aymeric!
     [ To Exhaustion || The Concerned » Accepting ]
     ‹ Admittedly, he hadn't considered it. Shuuji was feeling quite fine moments ago — energetic even! — but the moment he sat down on that plush couch at Aymeric's request his eyes had suddenly grown as heavy as stones. It must have been for a while because it was said beloved that woke him up with some Ishgardian tea moments later, the warm beverage cupped in his hands only making the task of remaining awake that much more difficult. ›
    ❝ Mmn. You're right about that, ❞ ‹ came his sheepish reply as he took a sip. › ❝ Everything going on in Tural has been such a surprise, though... would it sound weird if I told you that I was simply getting too excited and getting caught up in everything? I forget to take those breaks because everyone's got something new and interesting for me to look into, like those wrestling matches I ended up joining... ❞
     ‹ A soft laugh slipped from his lips as he adjusted to press his side flush to Aymeric's, his expression softened as he loosened a deep, rumbling exhale from his chest. It felt nice to doff all that heavy gear and just relax like this, especially when he could slip in a kiss upon the Elezen's cheek before returning to his beverage. ›
    ❝ I find it difficult to rest, admittedly. I grow antsy and have to occupy myself with something, even if it's just moments like this with you. It's fulfilling... ❞
     ‹ After he spoke he would adjust his head so he could rest his cheek on the Lord Commander's shoulder, eyes cast up to his beloved's face with a rounded, sweet gaze. ›
    ❝ I love you, ❞ ‹ came Shuuji's sudden but adoring words. › ❝ I truly do love you. I love this. Knowing that when the burden gets heavy, I can always return here and lighten it significantly just by hearing your voice, seeing your smile, and knowing I can be this close to you... I love you, Aymeric. ❞
     ‹ Before Shuuji knew it, his eyes had fluttered shut and his body stilled with teacup rest upon his lap. He had become so at peace, so relaxed, that he'd allowed himself to doze off right then and there against Aymeric's side. ›
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kodapi · 17 days ago
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"He is going to think this entire idea silly."
"He will not, I assure you. Sit and look pretty, you are very, very good at that, amongst a myriad of other things that would take millenia to list in full."
Aymeric's cheeks warm to the compliment, not that they weren't already flushed from the 'surprise' Estinien had garbed him in. It's a tiny, relatively thin outfit. Lacey, intimate. One so scant that Aymeric has tugged it down nigh a dozen times as if the 13th tug will be enough to cover... well, what matters. It clearly wasn't fashioned with the vertically blessed in mind, which Estinien had certainly figured out before even purchasing it, but with gentle encouragement and reassurance that Shuuji, in particular, would like it, the dragoon had somehow managed to convince Aymeric to put it on.
Whilst Aymeric sits inside his quarters and waits, Estinien wanders off to find Shuuji. "Were we not here to relax?" He comes up behind the other, leaning in to nose affectionately into his neck. Estinien is not one for public displays, but he has found a few ways he is comfortable with to still show his beloveds love even outside their private quarters. "I pray this is not some task or commission you have picked up. Aught special awaits you back home, after all."
     [ Promptless Asks || Always Accepting ]
     ‹ When it came to the Warrior of Light, it was deemed impossible to ever get him to fully relax; the second someone approached with an interesting opportunity, be it big or small, he was one to pounce on it and see it through. Even offering him an entire island to himself somehow became a venture he cheerily forged ahead on, many bells sunk into the project to maximize what it could give in return to others. It was little surprise then that the dragoon would find Shuuji surrounded by Ishgardians in the Crozier stalls, some wanting him to purchase their wares, others wishing for his aid, and some just there to express gratitude; all would scatter at Estinien's arrival, however. ›
    ❝ Okay, I promise this wasn't supposed to take long, ❞ ‹ Shuuji sheepishly replied as he tilted his head back to press a soft kiss to the dragoon's cheek. It was a tiny gesture, one easily missed, restrained to respect this partner's desires to be discreet. A couple of well-wrapped parcels were in his hands, freshly purchased as snow had not even began to accumulate upon its cloth surfaces. › ❝ But something special at home? I can't pass that up for anything in the world! I actually bought these for you both as well, So let's not tarry! ❞
     ‹ Every step taken was filled with energy, a giddiness that was a hallmark of Shuuji's personality; he was never able to hide his enthusiasm, no matter how cool or smug he tried to be about it. This let Estinien see that every passing moment only built the suspense visibly as he had gently cut corners or found little shortcuts until he had approached the Borel home. The two entered in, and with some hints from Estinien, would soon find themselves entering the chambers. ›
     ‹ The moment he observed what sat in waiting for him, his eyes positively flew open and his cheeks had become dyed a bright scarlet red, lips left agape with a soft gasp passed through them. Then a few steps were hurriedly taken so he could close the door and keep this view solely between the three lovers, keep the image of such a stunning man in a cute little lacy outfit all to them. ›
     ‹ The reactions that followed were not of the verbal kind, but of the physical; he eagerly closed the gap between them to press a kiss to the Lord Commander's lips, his heavily-scarred hands raised to carefully graze his fingertips along the fitted straps that could barely be considered fabric. ›
    ❝ Mnh, Estinien put you up to this, didn't he? ❞ ‹ Shuuji then hummed as he flashed their other partner a wicked grin. › ❝ It's a gorgeous gift, don't get me wrong, but it's missing something. ❞
     ‹ At "something" he rose a hand to gesture towards the dragoon, fingers then curled a couple times over to beckon the man to join them. ›
    ❝ If you're content to watch me unwrap such a beautiful gift, that's alright, but I'd love for you to be close. You wouldn't want to miss anything, would you? ❞
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kodapi · 4 days ago
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"Is that my shirt?" // ( Fluffy Starters ) from Aymeric. ;) Yes, he likes what he sees.
     [ Words of Warmth || Speaking Sweetly » Accepting ]
     ‹ A lazy morning, a sore body; it was obvious what had happened the night before, though it seemed that Shuuji had been the first to stir. A rumbling hum escaped his chest as he adjusted in Aymeric's arms, lips pressed gently upon the Elezen's forehead idly to adorn him with a little more affection — a gesture he did so often as to become second nature. It was so effortless to melt into his starlight's arms, one of the only things that could ever slow the Warrior of Light down to a standstill in but the blink of an eye. ›
     ‹ As comfortable as he had been however, he knew he would need to get up sooner or later; the day would not be tackled from bed after all, never mind needed sustenance in due time. Such preparation didn't have to be swift though, he knew, and thus figured his first step could be just locating something to wear so as to cover his then-nude body. A sleepy gaze only needed to be half-heartedly cast across the room before he pieced together that their clothing had been haphazardly strewn about, a roadblock for a lazy man who wanted to simply take this morning a little more relaxed than usual. For a mercy however his lower undergarments were right there at the foot of the bed — and so too was the Lord Commander's shirt. ›
     ‹ A satisfied grunt left Shuuji's lips as he carefully peeled himself from beneath Aymeric's arms, one hand lurched across the bed languidly to claim the shirt, and again for the smallclothes. In that order they were donned, though an Elezen man's shirt on a Midlander's body came to be more akin to a short dress than a simple top. Now decent enough to remove his covers, Shuuji found steady footing and pulled himself to a standing position so he could saunter towards a vanity and begin smoothing his hair down. Admittedly he had gotten a little lost in the post-slumber self grooming, only pulled out of his focus by the sound of Aymeric's voice — then to turn and perceive the gaze settled upon Shuuji's body made the Midlander chuckle softly, a hand rest upon his chest now. ›
    ❝ Would you like it back? ❞ ‹ he teased gently, a bundle of the fabric gathered up to rest below his nose for a moment; a deep inhale followed after, shameless in letting his starlight see his indulgence in the other's scent. › ❝ If you do, you'll have to take it off of me. I quite enjoy being wrapped up in your scent, your warmth... ❞
     ‹ It may have been a lazy morning, but no one said it couldn't be a sly one as well. To see his darling Aymeric all afluster would certainly be quite the note to begin his day on. ›
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kodapi · 4 days ago
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"Are you cold? Here - take my jacket -" // ( Gentle Starters ) from Aymeric! :D
     [ A Gentle Touch, || A Kind Word » Accepting ]
     ‹ It was strange, normally when Shuuji ventured into the colder regions like Coerthas, it never fully bothered him. Perhaps there was time or two where the chill sunk in a bit, but it never permeated deep enough to truly make him tremble — not until today, it seemed, as he glanced to his side to notice that the Lord Commander offered forth his coat. That the other picked up on his shivers before he did hardly surprised Shuuji, but it was the fact he himself missed it that made him wonder how long he had gone like this. ›
     ‹ Deep brown eyes widened in surprise at the proffered garment however, and while his expression conveyed gratefulness in how soft his gaze was, equally did he show a concern for the other's own well-being in turn. With but one coat between them, would it be alright? Should they share it back and forth...? ›
    ❝ Oh Aymeric, ❞ ‹ replied Shuuji as he took the coat in his hands, though paused to watch the Elezen for a moment. › ❝ I cherish the gesture, but what of you? Will you not become cold too? ❞
     ‹ It was partially Shuuji's fault in the first place, really; he had insisted on joining Aymeric in doing some rounds, but in his excitement to keep his starlight company he had neglected to bring his coat from his bag along. It hardly bothered him at first, but such hubris would catch up to him quickly enough it seemed. His eyes would shift down to the plush, incredibly warm coat as his thumbs smoothed over the fur lining, a soft hum deep in Shuuji's throat. Then, his face lit up as a plan emerged — something that would keep his dearest happy, but also not leave him quite literally in the cold. ›
    ❝ Oh, let's make a stop by the Crozier first, ❞ ‹ Shuuji beamed as he donned the coat. They would make this detour to purchase Aymeric a new one on Shuuji's gil, a gesture he hoped would get the Lord Commander to wear it and keep himself safe from the frigid airs. A moment taken to enjoy the warmth the offered garment gave however, and his nose grazed the fur to pick up on traces of the other's scent. He was quick to correct himself with a clearing of his throat afterwards and adjusted the coat which sat hilariously too long on his body, both sides pulled closer together as best he could manage. ›
    ❝ I'd like to buy you a gift 'ere we return, and the sooner it's purchased, the better. Is that alright? ❞
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kodapi · 9 days ago
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" When are you going to start letting people look after you, huh? "
Estinien is stern, stiff, as he carries the ailing Warrior of Light back to their accommodations at the inn. He's ever observant of his comrades, pretending as if he is disconnected as he sits off to the side with arms folded and gaze austere, but he is always watching. It's how he'd seen the sway, the unsteadiness... the beginning of knees buckling and, worryingly, the eventual COLLAPSE. Thank goodness he'd even been around to catch Shuuji, else the obviously sick man would have hit the ground and potentially WORSENED his condition.
" Stop pushing yourself. I am serious. I can hear the struggle in the way you breathe, the cloudiness of your gaze, the unnatural warmth of your body... you are not well, Shuuji, and if this gets back to Aymeric, I fear there is no saving you from his panic. "
// BREAKS DOWN YOUR DOOR, from Estinien~
     [ Ravished by Illness || Voiced Concerns » Accepting ]
     ‹ It was so easy to forget one's own ailments in the rush of things. So caught up in the moment, Shuuji barely gave himself time to process that warmth that bloomed in his lungs and branched out through his chest; it was just from all the activity, he thought, until later in the day the pain had begun. ›
     ‹ By the time his legs had weakened, his head spun too much to even notice his gait had changed — full glad was he who was scooped up by Estinien before his face married the floor, then. The following walk back felt like trying to navigate an ocean of gelatin, disoriented with staggered steps and a struggle to keep up, down, left, and right all accounted for, arms wrapped as tight as he could manage as though the Elezen were his only anchor to the world remaining. ›
    ❝ Honestly, I... didn't even realize... that I was ill. ❞ ‹ exhaled Shuuji as he let his head loll over onto the side of the dragoon's shoulder. › ❝ By the time I noticed... I thought I would be able to sit down... soon enough. Overestimated myself... ❞
     ‹ Once the door to their room opened, he dared to let his head rise only to swiftly return it to where it had been in fear that the world would roll upside-down on him and take both of them with it. Each time he spoke, multiple shallow gasps for air punctuated his words and made him reel a bit to catch his balance before he was finally set down upon the couch. It was when he was devoid of Estinien's warmth that he realized how truly chilled his body felt despite being told it burned to the touch, with every inch of himself wrapped up on the arm of the couch to re-anchor himself to something more stable than just trusting his lower half to not slip away off the cushion. ›
    ❝ I hope you can... forgive me for putting this on you more than once... but also... I'm deeply thankful you're watching out... when I've got blinders on from my duties... ❞
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kodapi · 8 days ago
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     ‹ Shuuji wanted to vouch for the dragoon — he really did. As much as he teased and played silly about the other's sometimes alarming lack of common sense, he knew none of it was done maliciously. However... ›
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     ‹ He was currently a little predisposed, though he did manage to wiggle himself onto the Lord Commander's lap as a small mercy; there would be no chasing Estinien unless it was absolutely necessary while he was there. ›
Tea? He can manage that... easy, simple, SWIFT. Estinien all but bolts to collect the necessary tools and ingredients, eyes hardly leaving Shuuji's pitiful form even as he starts boiling water and steeping tea leaves. " I... still love you, too, " he mutters, evident SHAME in his tone and in the way tapered ears are cast downward. " Apologies. I... thought I was being of aid. If there is aught I may do to help fix this, rest assured I will do all that I can. Just, do not tell Aymeric of my error--- "
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" . . . . . " At some point, Aymeric had seemingly manifested from thin air and seated himself right beside their ailing partner, a hand smoothing soothingly through his hair. Yet, azure eyes are locked SHARPLY upon the dragoon, frighteningly untelling of whatever swirls 'round the Lord Commander's head.
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" . . . . . "
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kodapi · 9 days ago
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    ❝ ... Tea. ❞ ‹ The word came out weak, though blessedly lacking in any negative feelings. Estinien's gestures were genuine, if... misguided, for a lack of better words. His heart was in the right place, but had all the wrong steps laid out. ›
     ‹ "Pallid" was a nice way to put how he looked though; one could hold him next to glazed pottery and convince someone this was some animated automaton of sorts made from the same ceramics for how slick his skin had become, how flushed his cheeks and ears grew juxtaposed alongside the rest of his nigh-colourless skin. Yet despite the arguably colossal error that was currently assailing his stomach, Shuuji managed to get a few more words out before he buried his face in the arm of the couch for any semblance of relief. ›
    ❝ ... Suh-still love you... ❞
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Estinien recognizes the signs--- even the BLIND could, and whilst bodily fluids hardly bother a man who has seen and experienced things far more gruesome and disgusting in nature, he still somewhat PANICS.
Why? Because he knows he is the REASON for Shuuji's sudden decline, and that Aymeric will likely ask for an UPDATE soon enough. The dragoon cannot LIE to he whom he cherishes, which meant it was only a matter of time until his fate was sealed.
" ... aught ails you intensely now. What... might I fetch to aid? Water? Tea? " He daren't suggest more soup. The mere smell of it may pry open the gates. " I... likely should fetch a wastebin. You grow more pallid by the passing second... "
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kodapi · 9 days ago
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     ‹ Originally he planned to "ham it up" in jest to keep the dragoon from indulging a terrible habit, but after a few moments of merely being still, it felt as if his guts squirmed like an angry wyrm. It made him reel over and clutch at his stomach, an uneasy groan the only thing he could manage between slightly laboured gasps and panting. Shuuji was by no means averse to spices, but if that's what he considered a "light" amount, he could only think to blame Nidhogg for giving Estinien the digestive tract of a dragon too. ›
    ❝ Duh... Don't go... ❞ ‹ the ailing warrior finally spluttered out in between his attempts to keep what was inside on the inside. ›
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Oh, his poor darling. " What is it? Your stomach, your head? I was certain I was light-handed on the spice... yet, oft I forget my tolerance is far higher than that of most other's. You will not recover without medicine... " The cogs are turning. Already, he is eyeing the fat pouch of gil on the countertop. " We are fortunate that our accommodations are close to a wealth of vendors, yet... to leave you here, ailing and defenseless, would be unforgivable. "
The cogs have paused...
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kodapi · 9 days ago
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     ‹ Would it be considered "acting" like a dead fish if he felt exactly like one, but putting on a tiny bit of exaggeration to make it seem as though he was utterly helpless? If it kept disaster from befalling all involved ( except for the scalekin oil salesman who pockets entirely too much gil off this ) then lie there like a dead fish and groan he shall. ›
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... he wonders if the nearby market has something that may help Shuuji? Ah, but first, he should check to make sure Shuuji will be okay WITHOUT him for a bit, lest he leave and return to the poor man's condition having worsened.
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