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( oz has spent some time practicing, so when the video feed comes on, it's steady and propped up to give a good view of him in the living room of his apartment. he shoots the camera a grin before holding up a helmet that may seem familiar to some people. )

Hello, everyone! You won't believe what I found today. ( a meow can be heard off-screen, and he corrects himself - ) Or more correctly, Li Jun did. Something like this must belong to someone, right?

( he hefts it up closer to the camera so that viewers on the network can get a better view. it's probably clear he basically thinks it's one of the coolest things ever. a real helmet like what a real knight would have!! maybe even what one of his favorite fictional knights would wear while doing something gallant.

it would probably be rude to put it on his head. which is what he does a moment later, cheerfully, because look okay how many chances like this does one get!! the network gets a wave before he takes it off and adds, )

Well, if it someone's, I wouldn't want to keep it from you. So tell me if it's yours, alright?

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[If there's still tea in the cup, Gil will just have to realize it and clean it up later, because as it is he can't see or hear past his ailing boss. He sits back up on his knees and looks on, helplessly.]

That sounds...

[Terrible, but Break doesn't need to hear it. He's already feeling it.]

Maybe I should take you to the infirmary.

[ He'd always assumed that Vincent had been hiding his own culpability, but just now it has occurred to him: that Vincent, who lives only for his brother, might have been protecting Gilbert all along.

What did Gilbert do? For a moment, he doesn't want to know. And this instant of sympathy, for Vincent's position, it is-- ]

I'm going to be sick!

[ --it's disgusting.

He stands, with some idea of getting away. But getting up so quickly makes him dizzy, and he staggers, clearly about to topple over. ]

N-not on the floor you're not!

[When he needs to, he can move pretty fast, and he does that now, sprinting upwards to grab for Break's arm to haul him upright and hurry him towards the bathroom. If he seems like he's shuffling his feet too slow for Gilbert's tastes, he has no qualms about picking him up and carrying him the rest of the way there.]

[ How humiliating! For all his threats of puking, for various reasons, he is not actually going to do it, not like this with Gilbert holding him up. ]

L-let go of me, you--

[ Except another round of coughing takes him, so violent he actually does throw up, a mess of blood and vomit -- which thanks to Gilbert's quick thinking, lands in the toilet bowl.

And the seat and the floor and the wall. He goes pale and clammy, hanging limply in Gilbert's arms. ]

Ngh...

[ Lights out! And guess who - as usual - is left with the mess. ]

[Ugh...why this. Why any of this. A mess to clean up and a filthy, passed out boss in his grip, this is officially the new worst day of Gilbert's life.

It'll be a night of cleaning up, angry mumbling and vigilant babysitting while Break sleeps.]

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