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[Shizuo will see he's indeed fast asleep. He clearly flopped onto the sofa, sprawled out without a care, like he just had a long day of work. Though normally a light sleeper, this seems like a much deeper rest, to the point he probably doesn't notice Shizuo's presence.]

[Seeing Kazuma so deep asleep, he let's out a small, helpless sigh before he looks around. Grabbing a nearby blanket, he carefully drapes it over him before he goes to grab his things and take them up.]

[He'd express his appreciation if he could. He'll pull on the blankets to curl up in at some point though. It'll be a few hours before he finally wakes up, with a numbing headache. His sleep was not all peaceful, as that voice eventually starts whispering about going to London again. But it seems faint this time, replace instead with brutal visions and a tempting voice of Hyde.

You'll soon be mine...we'll have so much fun together once you've given in to your inner desires.

He moans, brushing a hand down his face as he sits up on the sofa and wrapped in the blanket. Though he slept for so long, he still felt tired. He looks around, not seeing Shizuo. Was it already nighttime? Giving himself another minute, he'll get up, fold the blanket to leave on the sofa, and start wandering around to locate Shizo.

Or at least, try. The was a new place for him, and he didn't exactly know where he was going. So if Shizuo happens to hear someone tumbling down the stairs, that might be Kazuma in need of help.]

[With Kazuma out like a light and not wanting to wake him up, Shizuo initially busied himself trying to get his room ready and other things situated. After all, that's what a good host would do, right? After that, he went around the house to check and make sure everything was functioning properly. Should he turn up the heat a little? There were several vents and radiators all over the house, but it could still get drafty. Maybe a little more power couldn't hurt.

Occasionally he would pass through the room to check on Kazuma, sometimes contemplating if he should wake him. But thinking he might need the rest, he always stepped away. Finally with no other task to do, he went to the kitchen to pull out some sweet crackers to snack on while reading a book. Normally he'd read in the sitting room, but uh. That might be a little weird and he wouldn't want to disturb him.

So he's in the middle of reading when he hears a sudden crash from the stairs.]

The hell—

[That couldn't...???]

Kazuma!?

[JUST GOING TO RUSH ON OVER PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD.]

[He's thankfully not dead. Shizuo will find him halfway down the stairs. A lamp on the wall appeared lopsided, indicating he must have grabbed onto it to stop himself.]

Oh, there you are. [Despite his current predicament of laying on the stairs, he greets Shizuo like this was no big deal.]

["Oh, there you are" HIS ASS. He'll immediately rush to his side.]

The hell happened!? Are you all right??

[He's not going to care about the broken lamp, he's more worried about a possible broken friend here.]

I thought I...yea, I'm fine. [He thought he heard Shizuo's voice behind the door, but....well, nothing feels broken at least when he moves to sit upright.]

I guess this leads to the basement. [That doesn't answer anything.]

That's not important right now.

[And no it doesn't answer anything?? Just going to pick him up so that he can take him somewhere to make sure he's okay.]

[His whole body tenses up when Shizuo lifts him, wanting to instinctively run. He takes a deep breath, shutting his eyes to push that reflex back. It's just Shizuo helping him.]

How long was I out...?

A few hours.

[Let's...head to the couch first, so back to the sitting room to put him down there.]

[...Well he can work with that. Better than having slept through a whole day.]

I'm fine, really. I just didn't know my way around.

And that made you trip down the stairs?

[Skeptical.]

It was dark. [Half right. He rubs his temple, looking around.] Did you move my things...?

[...Yeah okay, fine.]

Yeah, I moved them to your room. Sure you don't need to see another doctor?

No. [He glances over to Shizuo.] I know someone who still does though.

[Just a look.] I'm not the one falling over, passing out, and sleeping for hours on end.

[. . . ] At least I'm not walking around with an unattended injury.

[A gurgling sound comes from his stomach] . . .I could go for some food, if anything.

It's been tended to. [Mostly. Have a grumpy scoff.]

You wait here and I'll make you something. Want a sandwich, soup, or something else?

[He will never let it gooo.]

Sandwich is fine. [. . .] You sure you don't need help in the kitchen?

If it's just a sandwich, should be fine.

["Should be." It's just putting stuff between two slices of bread, who hard can it be?]

[Yeeea, he's getting back up.] I'll come join you in the kitchen.

You sure you should be moving around? I can handle it. Unless you want something specific or something...

[Maybe he's picky?]

I'll sit down in the kitchen. [If he really doesn't need the extra hand, then he'll be "resting", right?]

I'll eat just about anything right now.

All right... [Still a little skeptical, but he'll let it go for now.

Upon entering the kitchen, Shizuo will pull out the bread, packet of freshly sliced meat, cheeses, and other things to add like lettuce, tomato, etc. He does have to cut it, though, so he'll work on that.]

I have other stuff, too, if you want.

[As he said, he'll sit down at the kitchen table.] What else do you have?

[He's not planning to go through his entire food stock, but it's information to know.]

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