Cup 017: Iroh [In Person]

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[Iroh's in his favorite place, the kitchen, but he isn't his jolly old self.  He's got a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and he clutches his cup of tea between two shaking hands.  His nose looks rather red.]

To think that I could come down with something like this at my age...

[He groans and sips his tea.]

Ooooh...my head...

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[Hayato jumps fumbling with the lighter he had found and almost dropping it before whipping around to Iroh. Dammit! He was making himself look like an idiot! He quickly straightens up and coughs a bit to clear his throat.]

H-hello....

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[Iroh smiles. He totally knows what Hayato is thinking.]

I hope you are well. Better than I am, at least.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Curse you Iroh and your teenage mindreading ways!

And hello awkward greetings subject change!]

I'm fine, [Stuffy-nosed sniff] you sick er somethin'?

[Because Hayato is clearly not. CLEARLY/]

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I am. A pity, really, but I've had far worse illnesses than this. It's just a small cold.

[He drains his cup of tea and sighs, then coughs.]

Forgive me. It seems you aren't so well, either.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

I'm fine. Just stuffed up... it's just pollen er somethin'...

["De Nile" ain't just a river in Egypt...]

Ain't colds supposed to be worse for old people anyway?

[Hayato meant well by his words... though conveying it in a socially acceptable manner was still an issue he needed to work on. He takes up a cigarette and lights it, hopefully getting some nicotine in his system would help him feel better]