Cup 019: Iroh [In Person]

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[Iroh is inside the safehouse.  He's already checked and double-checked all the entrances and openings to make sure they're safe and secure.  After a few run-ins with the walking dead, he's not eager to see them again, and making sure everyone else is safe and secure is top priority.  And not infected.  That too.  He's heard people talking about what the undead can do...

There are a few cooking pots of water he's managed to get and boil to make sure they're purified.]  If only we had tea leaves...  [Oh well.

He walks around the house, looking for people who need his help.  One of the water pots is in his hand, along with a ladle to serve it out.]

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[andsuddenlydynamite]

[And there's that proud grin again. He did make it, and he was stronger for it.]

Yeah...

[ Tired, the teen lets out a bit of a yawn, and reaches behind him for his crutch. He places it in front of him, and rests his chin on it, beginning to nod off... with a lit cigarette in his mouth.]

[ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. It has been a strenuous day, hasn't it?

[Iroh leans forward and plucks the cigarette out of his mouth, stubs it out, and places it on the nearby table. Probably best to leave him like he is, though. For now.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Mmm-hmmm...

[He would totally recant his little zombie-rodeo stunt to Iroh, if he were conscious enough to do so. But instead he can only get out a series of mumbles before his head slumps forward and he's completely out]