[ "Iron Crutch Li" is a god of medicine, are they not?
What's more, they're the god whose temporary but extremely inconvenient demise resulted in Hibiki contracting what can only be described as the "plu". She aches. She fevers. Occasionally her royal and priceless nose even leaks. The radiance of her eyes is dimmed by the illness racking her soul.
She also goes through headache medicine on a normal week like nobody's business, so when the necessity increases, her stores deplete alarmingly quickly. She debates sending Wendy, but Amaterasu has Wendy's cell phone. And going to the Near Shore herself is a trial not even a steadfast heart bent on revolution can withstand.
Thus there comes a knock on the door in the middle of dinner. Then, a more insistent one, followed by the door swinging open. ]
What? Why does no one answer --
[ The dinner party will be treated to the sight of Shikyoin Hibiki in her pajamas and bathrobe, carrying a mug of tea, stepping into the room and then dropping the mug.
That ridiculous invitation she'd forgotten all about was for tonight?! ]
[ II. After Dinner ]
[ Hibiki has curled up in a corner, sentence-ender-cancelling cutphones in place, unable to summon the energy to teleport just yet. She's picking at a cannoli as if deciding whether eating it is worth the effort. Or perhaps she's just wondering whether it's edible. But she's pretty subdued, all the same.
To think, atop suffering from illness, she should have stumbled upon a sentence ender party. ]
plu amore ai
[ "Iron Crutch Li" is a god of medicine, are they not?
What's more, they're the god whose temporary but extremely inconvenient demise resulted in Hibiki contracting what can only be described as the "plu". She aches. She fevers. Occasionally her royal and priceless nose even leaks. The radiance of her eyes is dimmed by the illness racking her soul.
She also goes through headache medicine on a normal week like nobody's business, so when the necessity increases, her stores deplete alarmingly quickly. She debates sending Wendy, but Amaterasu has Wendy's cell phone. And going to the Near Shore herself is a trial not even a steadfast heart bent on revolution can withstand.
Thus there comes a knock on the door in the middle of dinner. Then, a more insistent one, followed by the door swinging open. ]
What? Why does no one answer --
[ The dinner party will be treated to the sight of Shikyoin Hibiki in her pajamas and bathrobe, carrying a mug of tea, stepping into the room and then dropping the mug.
That ridiculous invitation she'd forgotten all about was for tonight?! ]
[ II. After Dinner ]
[ Hibiki has curled up in a corner, sentence-ender-cancelling cutphones in place, unable to summon the energy to teleport just yet. She's picking at a cannoli as if deciding whether eating it is worth the effort. Or perhaps she's just wondering whether it's edible. But she's pretty subdued, all the same.
To think, atop suffering from illness, she should have stumbled upon a sentence ender party. ]