[He freezes, claws just having snipped off yet another flower from his wrist. The metal third eye in his forehead swivels up to study the stranger even though Yukio doesn't quite make real eye contact for a second.
He does look up, after a short moment. He can do this.]
Thank you for the advice. [His smile is forced, and his voice is harsh from the illness, but Yukio is always nothing if not polite. His hand drops to the ground instead of just clawing his skin off to get at the itch building underneath, and he pushes himself to his knees, then stands to his feet. He braces himself against the tree he was leaning on.]
I have heard enough information [he can't get through a sentence without taking a gasping, raspy breath] about it. I work in the clinic.
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He does look up, after a short moment. He can do this.]
Thank you for the advice. [His smile is forced, and his voice is harsh from the illness, but Yukio is always nothing if not polite. His hand drops to the ground instead of just clawing his skin off to get at the itch building underneath, and he pushes himself to his knees, then stands to his feet. He braces himself against the tree he was leaning on.]
I have heard enough information [he can't get through a sentence without taking a gasping, raspy breath] about it. I work in the clinic.