[Mitsuru blinks slowly from where he lays, half his face in mattress. He can't fall asleep anymore, but he doesn't feel good, either.
...Still. He's been in bed literally all day. He should be capable of this much, surely.
Without bothering to speak, he shifts, sitting up first and then making his way down the ladder. His staff comes last, floating itself into his hand, although at the end of the arc it more or less drops into his outstretched palm.
The staff is immediately put to use for him to lean on, though he tries valiantly to stay upright mostly by his own power.]
...Fine. Let's go.
[His voice is quiet and lacking in power, weary. At some point he'll have to figure out how to get back on his bunk again, providing this illness doesn't...
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...Still. He's been in bed literally all day. He should be capable of this much, surely.
Without bothering to speak, he shifts, sitting up first and then making his way down the ladder. His staff comes last, floating itself into his hand, although at the end of the arc it more or less drops into his outstretched palm.
The staff is immediately put to use for him to lean on, though he tries valiantly to stay upright mostly by his own power.]
...Fine. Let's go.
[His voice is quiet and lacking in power, weary. At some point he'll have to figure out how to get back on his bunk again, providing this illness doesn't...
No. Let's not think about that now.]