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[tranquilforest]

My deepest apologies for not being home to you. Lin Xinyao will respond as soon as possible.

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[purrtagonist]

. . . I doubt it was on purpose. They probably just. . . settled here, and then never found much of a reason to venture beyond the city boundaries.

[he plants his foot against the ground and gently pushes himself up a bit with his injured leg. putting pressure on it definitely hurts, so with a deep breath he lowers himself back into his seat. for now. . . he'll rest]

[and as for her question, there's hesitation, before he decides to continue being a good patient and rolls up his sleeves. there are a few minor scratches on his arms, but nothing nearly as deep as the wound on his leg]

[tranquilforest]

[She doesn't make any motion to stop Akira as he tests the leg, but there is a hint of knowing about her expression as he eventually subsides and shows her the rest of his injuries.]

I'm glad you didn't end up with anything more serious. [She notes as she cleans and wraps up the scratches, a far less painful process than fixing his leg had been.] I'd prescribe you some tea to help with the healing, but I'm not sure you would take it. [Also apparently people just had pills these days.]

[purrtagonist]

[oh no. . . funnily enough, her comment on his obstinate nature just gets a grin from Akira]

Depends on the kind of tea.

[HE KIDS]

No, of course I'd take it. I prefer coffee, but I like tea, too.

[tranquilforest]

[You still owe her a coffee, Akira.]

If you're not careful, I'm going to hold you to that.

[It's medicinal tea, which is almost invariably gross. Are you sure...]

Especially since you won't be able to run off for a little while.

[She's kidding right? Totally kidding.]

[purrtagonist]

[he has coffee beans now!! and a percolator!!]

. . . why am I suddenly nervous. . .