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May. 6th, 2011 12:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miniworth[ Forward dated to late morning of MAY 6TH. ]
[ It wasn't that he had thought this would never happen again. But he hadn't been expecting this to happen again to him - to them - once again.
[ But once again sitting in a chair beside the occupied hospital bed, arms wrapped securely around a pair of sniffling electric mice sitting on his lap, he couldn't help but wonder what it was that had lulled him into such a false sense of security. There had been nothing, after all, to have ensured anybody that a person who fell into a coma once wouldn't fall into another one again.
[ He's silent as he sits in his seat, watching over his sleeping friend, but the Plusle clutching the fabric of his jacket utters a few sad sounds to his brother before sniffling again. At least they weren't creating a chaotic din in the hospital anymore, but it had taken nearly an hour to convince Remus that Ken wasn't dead, as well as a long session of calm explanation and consoling to get the pair to stop sobbing loudly.
[ The door to the room is opened just a crack. Though Miles will not be the most welcoming host today (depending on who you are, he might just send you a look across the room and act stiff and bristly), anybody passing by might be able to catch a glimpse of messy brown hair against the white pillow of the bed. 8(
[ Miles Edgeworth is not a happy camper today, Johto, as his best friend has fallen into another coma. He will be sitting in this room solemnly for a good part of however long it takes Ken to wake up (ooc: a week, by the way), going out enough to make sure their Pokémon get their exercise and food, but Goldenrod City will be seeing very little of the two boys for awhile - or maybe longer.
[ But to any visitors at the Pokémon Center, please beware of a certain Cubone by the name of Jason who may or may not throw his bone at you when you enter the room. And don't take it personally. He does this to everyone. ]
[ It's a little later in the day, past noon, when Miles is done sulking and worrying and trying to stay calm, that a text message will reach the gear of one Mitsuru Kirijo. ]
Ken's fallen asleep again.
[ It wasn't that he had thought this would never happen again. But he hadn't been expecting this to happen again to him - to them - once again.
[ But once again sitting in a chair beside the occupied hospital bed, arms wrapped securely around a pair of sniffling electric mice sitting on his lap, he couldn't help but wonder what it was that had lulled him into such a false sense of security. There had been nothing, after all, to have ensured anybody that a person who fell into a coma once wouldn't fall into another one again.
[ He's silent as he sits in his seat, watching over his sleeping friend, but the Plusle clutching the fabric of his jacket utters a few sad sounds to his brother before sniffling again. At least they weren't creating a chaotic din in the hospital anymore, but it had taken nearly an hour to convince Remus that Ken wasn't dead, as well as a long session of calm explanation and consoling to get the pair to stop sobbing loudly.
[ The door to the room is opened just a crack. Though Miles will not be the most welcoming host today (depending on who you are, he might just send you a look across the room and act stiff and bristly), anybody passing by might be able to catch a glimpse of messy brown hair against the white pillow of the bed. 8(
[ Miles Edgeworth is not a happy camper today, Johto, as his best friend has fallen into another coma. He will be sitting in this room solemnly for a good part of however long it takes Ken to wake up (ooc: a week, by the way), going out enough to make sure their Pokémon get their exercise and food, but Goldenrod City will be seeing very little of the two boys for awhile - or maybe longer.
[ But to any visitors at the Pokémon Center, please beware of a certain Cubone by the name of Jason who may or may not throw his bone at you when you enter the room. And don't take it personally. He does this to everyone. ]
[ It's a little later in the day, past noon, when Miles is done sulking and worrying and trying to stay calm, that a text message will reach the gear of one Mitsuru Kirijo. ]
Ken's fallen asleep again.
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Date: 2011-05-14 03:12 am (UTC)I won't-- o-okay.
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Date: 2011-05-14 03:53 am (UTC)[But for NOW... Heather's changing the subject.]
So is anyone else around to keep an eye on Ken or is it just you?
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Date: 2011-05-14 03:58 am (UTC)I can take care of him.
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Date: 2011-05-14 04:11 am (UTC)I heard about what happened while I was on my way to pick up Dad.
M'sorry.
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Date: 2011-05-14 04:14 am (UTC)People come and go from here all the time. it's fine, Heather. I'm sure he is, too.
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Date: 2011-05-14 04:15 am (UTC)[At least, it hadn't for her.]
Anyway... make sure and take care of yourself too, all right?
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Date: 2011-05-14 04:20 am (UTC)[ He nods. ]
I promise. Ken would be angry if I got sick taking care of him again, too.
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Date: 2011-05-14 05:14 am (UTC)I like my pals not bein' sick.
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Date: 2011-05-14 05:26 am (UTC)... Dad'll love you guys.
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Date: 2011-05-14 05:29 am (UTC)[ He really likes Heather's dad so far. ;; ]
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Date: 2011-05-14 05:36 am (UTC)Jeez, after raising ME?
He probably forgot there was such a thing as good kids out there!
[She's kidding, of course-- Harry thought the world of his little girl and nothing would ever change that-- but it IS true that Miles was... miles more well-behaved than Heather had EVER been, no pun intended.]
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Date: 2011-05-14 05:40 am (UTC)He laughs a little. ]
I don't think you're that bad...
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Date: 2011-05-14 05:44 am (UTC)[Wolfish grin ahoy. Ah, the fond memories of watching her teachers awkwardly tell her father "She's... creative." in that way where 'creative' was not actually a compliment.]
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Date: 2011-05-14 05:47 am (UTC)SO CURIOUSLY.
Because Miles is just antisocial to the point where he probably didn't even have imaginary friends. ]
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Date: 2011-05-14 05:50 am (UTC)I'm pretty sure I broke the record for number of times sent home from school with notes to the effect of "Your daughter bit another child again today."
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Date: 2011-05-14 05:51 am (UTC)[ hfskdjhf ]
You bit someone?
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Date: 2011-05-14 06:09 am (UTC)Hey, I told you!
I was a baaaad kid!
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Date: 2011-05-14 06:12 am (UTC)Why?
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Date: 2011-05-14 06:21 am (UTC)Fought a lot too.
Don't even remember why in a lot of cases.
[She leans forward to rest an elbow on her knee, and her chin in her fist. Cheshire-grinning.]
You must've known at least a few kids like that in school. I was the one the rest of the playground was probably afraid of.
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Date: 2011-05-14 06:24 am (UTC)[ But he thinks for about half a minute, and doesn't seem to be able to think up of much of anything. ]
I never paid so much attention to my classmates, or to anybody at school.
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