[He loiters by the Summer Dorm with his weight on his right leg and the same splint from Saturday around his left. Is he waiting? Most probably, based on the way he turns to Otome once he spots her.]
[His right arm is newly splinted with wood, rather than a couple of chopsticks strung together by torn condoms. Seeing as he's taken care not to put unnecessary weight on his aching bones, he looks quite well off at a glance.]
She's going to be a regular of yours at this rate.
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Week 1: Sunday
How is she?
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[ She blinks up at him, although she is also automatically looking him over to make sure he isn't in clear discomfort. ]
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[His right arm is newly splinted with wood, rather than a couple of chopsticks strung together by torn condoms. Seeing as he's taken care not to put unnecessary weight on his aching bones, he looks quite well off at a glance.]
She's going to be a regular of yours at this rate.
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[ She's used to this. ]
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[That Manwol is full of talents.]
Give her some time. I'm sure she'll slow down once she's processed the events of this morning.
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I hope it doesn't rest too heavily on her.
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And what about you? No trouble breathing, I hope?
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[ Not that she's been. Doing too much of that. ]
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[She might've busted a lung chasing after Manwol, otherwise.]
But remember to take care of yourself, too.
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[ thanks big strong men for chasing Manwol. ]
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