[Round 3]: [Locked from Hostiles, directed to Watanuki but open]

[readyforwar]

[Morning after the nightmare post]

Uhm... Watanuki-sama? Is... there a doctor we can take Nadeko-chan to? She's got a fever...

[please don't ask how I figured this out right after waking up please please please]

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[kazumaking.livejournal.com]

[Eyup]

... I'll be fourteen.

[april1st-kanji.livejournal.com]

On Christmas?

[kazumaking.livejournal.com]

... Nineteenth.

[april1st-kanji.livejournal.com]

What kind of cake do you like?

[kazumaking.livejournal.com]

... what?

[was not expecting that, obviously]

[april1st-kanji.livejournal.com]

Cake. What kind? Doumeki likes my strawberry filling, but then again he likes pretty much anything I make...the strawberry is definitely his favourite though.

[kazumaking.livejournal.com]

... strawberry's okay, I guess.

[Again, Kazuma speak for 'I don't really know']

[april1st-kanji.livejournal.com]

...I can make whatever you like you know. Even if its a weird and bizarre request, I'm used to those.

[snakeconstrict.livejournal.com]

[ she's kind of half awake at this point. and really, really out of it due to how crappy she feels. ]

Are we having cake ..?

[kazumaking.livejournal.com]

[Hearing her say that is so unexpected and random that Kazuma actually lets out a laugh, slapping a hand over his mouth as soon as it escapes.]

M-maybe...

[april1st-kanji.livejournal.com]

Nadeko-chan! Its going to be Ikezawa-kun's birthday, so I was asking him what kind of cake he likes.

[snakeconstrict.livejournal.com]

[ smiles a little despite feeling like craaaaap. ]

Happy Birthday, Kazuma-kun ...

[kazumaking.livejournal.com]

[blink]

... i-its not my birthday, Nadeko-chan. Not yet.

[april1st-kanji.livejournal.com]

[Sits on the bed and brushes Nadeko's hair off her forehead.]

[snakeconstrict.livejournal.com]

[ his cooler fingers feel nice against her hot skin. she coughs a few times, trying to turn her head a little to make sure it's not directed at Watanuki. ]

O-Oh ... m'sorry.

[kazumaking.livejournal.com]

[Kazuma hovers back awkwardly, muttering 'its okay' softly.

Doumeki finally returns with a few drinks, the doctor that's going to examine Nadeko right behind him. Kazuma uses the momentary distraction to slip out of the ER hopefully unnoticed.]

[april1st-kanji.livejournal.com]

Shhh, it isn't your fault, Nadeko-chan.

[He says, pulling away to allow the doctor some room. It takes him a minute to realize that Kazuma is gone.]

Eh...Doumeki, did you see Ikezawa-kun leave?

[spirit-kanji.livejournal.com]

Hm?

[turns around, thinking Kazuma was just behind him somewhere]

... no.

[april1st-kanji.livejournal.com]

[Stands up and goes to the door but doesn't see him in the hallway.]

He...he was acting a little strange.

[He frowns.]

I'm going to see if I can find him.

[snakeconstrict.livejournal.com]

[ she's being checked up on by the doctor, but she can't help but overhear. ]

Kazuma-kun ..?

[ she's trying to push herself into a sitting position. does she intend to go help find him? maybe. it's Nadeko. she feels like crap but she still worries. ]

[spirit-kanji.livejournal.com]

[damn it...]

Nadeko-chan, you need to stay down.

[Doumeki goes over and takes her hand, giving Watanuki a 'go find him' nod.]

[april1st-kanji.livejournal.com]

[He wanders down the hall and into the lobby but doesn't see him right away. He tries the lobby bathroom, but with no luck there he considers asking the person at the front desk. However he spots Kazuma outside and quickly hurries after the boy realizing that he'd left his coat in Nadeko's room. He hugs his arms around himself.]

Ikezawa-kun! What are you doing out here!?

[kazumaking.livejournal.com]

[Even in just a sweatshirt, Kazuma doesn't seem to notice the cold. He almost doesn't hear Watanuki - the reason being that he has his headphones on. He turns to look at him, tugging them down around his neck.]

... I needed some air. You should get back inside.

[april1st-kanji.livejournal.com]

You should have said something. You can't just leave without saying something.

[He sounded annoyed even though his teeth were beginning to chatter.]

[kazumaking.livejournal.com]

You're going to be the next one sick at this rate.