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Characters: Mana and You!
Setting: Cafeteria and floor 3
Format: I'll match whatever you do
Summary: Mana's first day at the tower
Warnings: none right now

Cafeteria
[ Mana is sitting at a table but herself, legs dangling off a chair due to her short height. There’s a bowl of oatmeal in front of her and she doesn’t look that happy about it. Normally she wouldn’t complain about food since it was rude but being kidnapped then given oatmeal was cause to complain. ]

Floor 3 – Library
[ After her nasty oatmeal eating adventure Mana decided to head up to the library since even if there wasn’t a home to go back to there were still books. That’s all she needed to entertain herself until something fixed all of this. ]

Fantasy, mystery or do I want something based in fact?

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[Even a hot shower hadn't shifted the feeling that someone had attacked the back of his throat with sandpaper. In fact, he still felt warm from it, even though the damp left at the ends of his long silver hair was starting to chill considerably due to the frigid climate of the Tower that was getting worse almost daily. Sometimes he shivered as well. He shouldn't shiver, it made especially no sense feeling warm like he did.

Sephiroth's nose however, was like a tap that someone just hadn't turned off properly. His patience with it had worn thin within the first hour of it, constant rubbing at his nose with the same chunk of toilet tissue he'd taken with him from the bathroom.

He stormed into the Cafeteria and headed in a bee-line for the kitchen - desperate to find something to soak up the watery substance that kept threatening to drip down from his nose. Disgusting.]

[ Mana had noticed Sephiroth enter the cafeteria and was wondering why he was running for the most part. Since normally people don't go bursting in to places like that. ]

What's the rush for?

[He paused for just a moment as Mana was pretty much positioned by where he needed to walk through; and she'd obviously spoken to him.

Again he rubbed the over-used tissue scrunched up in his hand across the end of his nose. He forcibly sniffed before speaking, not wanting to speak to anyone with his nose wet like this.]

Tissue. Napkin. Anything. Sniff

[The two second reprieve from the nose running was over. Sephiroth growled with frustration; which only served to irritate his sore throat so it ended as a short-sharp moan instead. He then abruptly turned and entered the kitchen, his anger at this whole thing just making him more hot and irritable.

He could be heard, not being quiet at all in his frantic pulling open of drawers until he found a stack of napkins. Taking the whole stack out of the drawer and placing them on the side, Sephiroth didn't even leave the kitchen before attempting to clear his head of this never ending wet substance. A series of deep throaty, blowing nose noises followed.]

[ Someone with a runny nose, check, coughing and sneezing, check. Clearly it was all the signs of a cold which wasn't terrible but bed rest was needed at the very least. ]

If you're sick shouldn't you go back to your room and sleep? Running around won't help you have to stay put and rest.

[He'd finally moved from inside the kitchen and lent on the edge of table nearby, trying to clear the gunk from the end of his nose with a napkin. The rest of the packet in his other hand.

It Just. Kept. Coming. He shouldn't be getting sick from the flu of all things.]

I shouldn't be sick like this, it can't last long though. [Said more to himself rather than anyone who might be listening or close enough to hear.]

[Why his cells hadn't already eradicated the virus before it started showing symptoms, Sephiroth didn't know and he wasn't about to drop his pride and go and ask the person who would have an idea either. He'd just have to deal with it.]

I might just do that. [A nod of acknowledgment to Mana before he headed back towards the lift]

Make sure you have plenty of blankets and a bottle of water with you. Staying hydrated is vital when you're sick.

[He can't remember when and where he's heard that advise before, but it's fairly common knowledge that Sephiroth seems to know already. Not that it's been important knowledge at all until now.

Being even more anti-social today than usual was no excuse for poor manners though. He nods again in return before heading out of sight.]

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