[Kotetsu looks up, pale and shivery, and despite that he looks more than hesitant on that last part; he really didn't like the clinic. Didn't like hospitals in general. He's spent so much time there - both as a visitor and as a patient, back home - that he'd rather hide out in an apartment.
Of course, he knows how ridiculous that sounds... but still.]
Right now?
[It's meek, because he knows the answer. He's feverish and wrapped up and not well and he's aware. He plants a palm firmly on the tree, sluggish as he tries to stagger and mirror Sanji.
But he's exhausted, so all he gets in return is a shoulder slouching, the tree holding him upright.]
... I made a mess before I left. I guess I'll need to 'pologize, anyway...
[Action/Forest]
Of course, he knows how ridiculous that sounds... but still.]
Right now?
[It's meek, because he knows the answer. He's feverish and wrapped up and not well and he's aware. He plants a palm firmly on the tree, sluggish as he tries to stagger and mirror Sanji.
But he's exhausted, so all he gets in return is a shoulder slouching, the tree holding him upright.]
... I made a mess before I left. I guess I'll need to 'pologize, anyway...