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Zel was in a very good mood. Quite apart from feeling as if he was drunk out of his mind, he was almost certain he'd actually managed to win an argument with Azula for the first time in... ever. He managed to force himself to stop being smug, being aware, if only through a haze of alcohol he hadn't actually consumed, that this would not be useful in helping Azula.

He was still having trouble with the concept of her not wanting his help - surely if the virus was that bad she should welcome someone willing to help her relieve it? Eventually he dismissed it as Azula being her normal difficult self and decided that she'd surely warm up to the idea eventually. He couldn't help giggling a little at the unintentional pun in his own internal monologue, either.

He hummed happily to himself as he he gave a slightly arrhythmic knock at the door to her room. "Hello, Fire Lord?" he called out.
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Date: 2009-12-01 02:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unluckychimera.livejournal.com
"Because I wanna see you!" Including, he had to admit to himself, the face that went with those shivers.

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Date: 2009-12-01 02:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peoplesprincess.livejournal.com
"Why?" She pulled the blankets closer around herself.

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Date: 2009-12-01 02:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unluckychimera.livejournal.com
"'cause I didn't come all this way jus' to help a pile of blankets."

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Date: 2009-12-01 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peoplesprincess.livejournal.com
There was a long silence. Then she sat up, slowly, with her back to him.

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Date: 2009-12-01 03:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unluckychimera.livejournal.com
He smiled, reaching out to trail a hand across her shoulders again. "Thass better."

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Date: 2009-12-01 03:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peoplesprincess.livejournal.com
No shivers this time, but she did lean back a little. "Why?"
Edited Date: 2009-12-01 03:22 am (UTC)

(no subject)

Date: 2009-12-01 03:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unluckychimera.livejournal.com
"'Cause I'd feel really shtupid if I came here to help you and I didn't know it was working. I know, I know," he added, "you're gonna say I'm shtupid anyway..."

(no subject)

Date: 2009-12-01 03:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peoplesprincess.livejournal.com
"That's right. I'm not going to tell you if it's working or not." She pulled the blankets ever tighter, but stayed sitting up.

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Date: 2009-12-01 03:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unluckychimera.livejournal.com
"Yeah, but at leas' this way I can see you." He moved a little closer, possibly without realizing it, and started to rub her back again. "Besides, I di'n mean workin' like that. I meant if it was making you feel better."

(no subject)

Date: 2009-12-01 03:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peoplesprincess.livejournal.com
"You can't tell that." She kept her face purposely impassive. "And you're starting to sound a little creepy."

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Date: 2009-12-01 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unluckychimera.livejournal.com
Zel looked puzzled. "Wantin' you t'feel better's creepy now?"

(no subject)

Date: 2009-12-01 03:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peoplesprincess.livejournal.com
"Talking about how you have to look at me is creepy."

(no subject)

Date: 2009-12-01 03:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unluckychimera.livejournal.com
Zel lowered his head apologetically. "Sorry, I don't have a... a thingy, y'know, that means you don't say everything you think. Like a sieve. I dun got one of those when I'm drunk."

(no subject)

Date: 2009-12-01 03:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peoplesprincess.livejournal.com
She pursed her lips, not that he could see. "It's clear."

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Date: 2009-12-01 03:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unluckychimera.livejournal.com
"Sorry," he muttered, his cheeks going even redder than they wer from the drunkenness.

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Date: 2009-12-01 03:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peoplesprincess.livejournal.com
"Hmmm," she hummed, less sharply than she had during their discussion over the community. She leaned back even further, her eyes falling shut.

(no subject)

Date: 2009-12-01 03:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unluckychimera.livejournal.com
"Izzat okay, 'zula?" he asked softly.

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Date: 2009-12-01 03:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peoplesprincess.livejournal.com
"What do you mean?" she said. "I'm always okay."

(no subject)

Date: 2009-12-01 04:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unluckychimera.livejournal.com
"I meant... being like ths." He sighed. "Never mind. Wazzastupid idea to begin with."

Re:

Date: 2009-12-01 04:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peoplesprincess.livejournal.com
"Being like what?" Talking about it made her feel slightly uncomfortable-- it always did, even with people who she cared for-- but she didn't let that show.

Re:

Date: 2009-12-01 04:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unluckychimera.livejournal.com
"Never mind," he mumbled, his hand shifting to trail down her side.

(no subject)

Date: 2009-12-01 04:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peoplesprincess.livejournal.com
"Fine." Her head dipped forward, her forehead coming to rest against the headboard.

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Date: 2009-12-01 04:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unluckychimera.livejournal.com
He rubbed her shoulders again gently. "Whass wrong?"

(no subject)

Date: 2009-12-01 04:34 am (UTC)

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Date: 2009-12-01 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unluckychimera.livejournal.com
"Shorry. You looked upshet." Judging by the slurring, the virus' effects were starting to intensify for some reason.
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