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one_long_mission2013-04-29 06:48 pm
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Real shinobi aren't sick, damnit!
This was exactly what went through Madara's head when he felt the fever threatening him. There was only so much he could do to push it back with willpower. He had better things to do than stay in bed!
He'd tried to find something to help against sucha thing, but really, all he remembered from similar situations were.... yeah, well, his mother pampering him, but that was really stupidly rare an occurence! He figured sick children makes everyone stupidly wibbly, and it's worse in mothers. He was grateful for being taken good care of, but... well.. he was on his own now.
Even though his usual clothes his most of his skin, the rashes were vivid, ugly.... and he tried to keep himself from looking in a mirror, or at his hands.
Unable to even bother himself to try and cook one of the simple things he could cook, he settled on drinking some juice while hoping this would just pass.
Except just as he thought that, the fever only seemed to get worse...
He'd tried to find something to help against sucha thing, but really, all he remembered from similar situations were.... yeah, well, his mother pampering him, but that was really stupidly rare an occurence! He figured sick children makes everyone stupidly wibbly, and it's worse in mothers. He was grateful for being taken good care of, but... well.. he was on his own now.
Even though his usual clothes his most of his skin, the rashes were vivid, ugly.... and he tried to keep himself from looking in a mirror, or at his hands.
Unable to even bother himself to try and cook one of the simple things he could cook, he settled on drinking some juice while hoping this would just pass.
Except just as he thought that, the fever only seemed to get worse...
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That part about not being able to touch makes him smile. That's a sad smile, though. Things have happened back at home, and he doesn't want to talk about it, but-- Here, he'll just focus on your other leg now, Madara. ]
Pull your head out of the gutter, child. I wink because I can. [ Have a grin instead. ] He responds to Madara-chan~ [ Snerk; all lies. But it's fun to tease~ ]
Oh? The disease has a name? [ Ahahaha, he had no idea D: ]
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Everything's got a name, this thing wouldn't be called splitting headache and horrifying rashes, that'd just be too useful to tell just what to expect. [he groaned, because yes, there was a headache too, and it was pretty firey there thanks to Hashirama making that silly kid just rage at nothing.]