[A tuft of hair pokes out, soon followed by the rest of his hair. He's glaring at Hibari as if daring him to say a word, sulkily crawling out of hiding. He hates being weak, he hates having to be mothered by Hibari and the rest. If he had his skills, he could have hidden his weakness away until he'd recovered on his own.]
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I want potato and leek next time.