Cup 017: Iroh [In Person]

[ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com]

[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...

Comments

[ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com]

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]