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CHARACTERS: Dimitri & u
DATE: now and forever
WARNINGS: will update if necessary!
SUMMARY: a general catch-all, we'll see if i ever make another

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minecraftia ; for toko

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[ It's been a few days now since they've first opened the car door, and the situation has grown no better. They are left cleaning up after a sickness that shows no signs of abetting, a situation where their efforts feel like a band-aid over a gaping wound. He has been helping at the clinic for the most part, busying himself with fetching clean linens or helping to feed the infirmed. Menial tasks.

But the chores are neverending, and it's always nice when another passenger comes by to help. Which he assumes Toko is here to do, handing her a bucket. ]

Would you mind helping me fetch some water? [ There's a well not far from the clinic, thankfully. ] It's always so short-staffed here...

[ Unfortunately, corgigate is clearly not on his mind, his expression a little tense with ever-present, ever-mounting concern. Even he's getting tired lately with how much there is to do, even if it's as simple as helping deliver gruel. ]

minecraftia ; for zuko

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[ i'm not sure what about dimitri screams h/c but anyway

the problem with working in a clinic full of sick people is being around a clinic full of sick people. he'd wondered if being a visiting passenger would provide them some manner of immunity, or if it was only a matter of time before things turned for the worst—and he doesn't have to wonder very long.

he's bringing in a few new boxes of supplies for the clinic, before he unceremoniously—and uncharacteristically—wobbles and drops everything. onto zuko. wao. ]

minecraftia

[shaft]

[ This Turner guy really needs to get his life together. Claude has seen him lying about several nights now, but he'd minded his own business because he's a big bear, and Claude is still a twink. On this particular night however, he'd made the mistake of spending some time with Dimitri, and when Turner had started softly crying, Dimitri had insisted that they help the drunkard home.

It had taken some asking of various villagers and physical effort (mostly on Dimitri's part), but they manage to haul Turner to his gloomy little home. No one answers when they knock on the door, and Claude is THIS close to just abandoning the bear on the doorstep.

He casts a look over toward Dimitri. ]

C'mon, your Princeliness. I doubt a measly door stands a chance against your royal strength.

[ Break the door open so they can wash their hands of this. ]