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Laura Moon ([info]spitandviolets) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
It was cooler today, and, as such, Laura had stayed up and around rather than going into her refrigerated coffin. The front door of the drug store opened, allowing her access, and she quickly shut it behind her. She didn't want to wake L if he was resting. As she began to make her way towards the back, she heard glass shatter. Super speed and instinct kicked in, and she was at the back of the shop before she knew what she was doing. She felt only one presence, and, realizing that the light of it was familiar, she relaxed. It was only Ryuzaki.

"You're still here," she sighed thankfully, making her way to him. She'd never seen him curled up quite so small. Her brows furrowed. This did not look good. "Watch the glass," she said, and instinct took over. She lifted him, effortlessly, into the air and carried him to the back counter. Laura set him down and knelt, trying to get a lock on his eyes. Poor thing did not look well at all.

She reached up and smoothed his hair from his eyes with her icy hand. Her fingers rested against his skin, and she tried her best not to allow his warmth to wash over her. "You've got a headache," she murmured, pulling her journal from her pocket. She tossed it to the side; it wasn't very important at the moment. "I came back to see if you needed anything. I was looking for food for you." She reached into her pocket and pulled out several shelf stable items. It was mostly candy bars and chips; the gas station had been pretty wiped out. She did not, however, want to cook cougar for him.

Turning, Laura looked around the store. "I'm going to try to find some aspirin," she said, keeping her voice low. Her fingers left his forehead as she started to walk away. It hadn't been so much a conversation as a statement of fact, much like many conversations with Laura.


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