urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:in_newsprint Paint me your feelings Kazuki Yoshida Lyon 2008-06-08T05:34:50Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:in_newsprint:934 2008-06-08T05:34:50Z 2008-06-08T05:34:50Z Kazuki fidgeted with the box of cigarettes, popping one out and then sliding it back in again. Even if this was the school- and by association the Order's hospital infirmary wing, he &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; couldn't smoke. Not to mention Morpheus had suggested in his ever so casual way that smoking around patients was probably detrimental to their healths. He frowned and leaned back, rubbing his temples with his left hand. It . . .had been a long night. Actually, last he'd checked the clock, it was a rather early morning already. <br /><br />Mei slept in the bed quietly. Aidan had sped up both their healing processes and then the doctor back at the school had done a thorough check-up and bandaging process, both which she'd slept completely through. Kazuki had not tried to wake her up; he felt that letting her sleep through the discomfort and rest was probably the best way. The &lt;i&gt;sleep&lt;/i&gt; that he'd influenced on her was going to wear off soon though and somehow, between reporting to Yuhua and then speaking briefly with Klaus on the phone, he'd been voluntold again: this time to explain exactly &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; the hell was going on. <br /><br />He wish he had some idea where to begin as he rubbed his forehead again.