13131/Dinner and a Movie

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Dinner and a Movie
Date of Scene: 27 April 2021
Location: Suite A5 OPEN - The Triskelion
Synopsis: Liansong and Yaozu have dinner and talk about medical thigns.
Cast of Characters: Liansong "Song" Qing, Yaozu Lin




Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
After the meeting, Liansong had taken pains to get Yaozu back to their suite and settled comfortably. That had been a short time ago and he'd left the room since. Now he returns, with something that smells quite tasty. Something that Liansong had shared with Yaozu only one time before. Barbeque pizza. The scent of the tangy barbeque sauce fills the air as he comes in through the door with it.

"Hungry?" He carries the pizza boxes over to the counter and gets some plates down.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
For his part, Yaozu is trying to be patient with himself. And to not cause Liansong too much grief in the process. The past few days have been challenging for him. Habits have been forced to be broken, to be bent out of shape. So long as he's maintained a certain amount of mindfulness to what he's doing, he's managed to not cause any significant or worrisome dips in his oxygen readings. Things have, at least, reached a point where he's relatively stable so long as he doesn't do aything too physical.

After Liansong had left, he'd removed the outer robe and set it aside on one of the armchairs, but kept everything else on. He'd made a further concession to comfort, slipping his feet from his footwear before drawing them up onto the couch and sort of semi-curling up at the corner of the couch. He may even have slightly allowed himself to doze, just a little bit.

It's the sound of Liansong returning that brings him from it, his eyes flicking open and over towards the door, a smile coming to his features. He sits up, drawing his feet a bit closer to himself, and then he gives a nod. "Mmm, yes. More so than I had realized," Yaozu says, a bit sheepishly.

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
Liansong had taken note of the little things when he walked in the door and swept his eyes across the room. From the lack of outer robe, the inner shirt beneath visible. The curled up in a corner of the couch dozing. Of course he'd spoken before he had realized, but his brain had catalogued that fact anyway. Just... had given him that information just a little too late to stop him from waking Yaozu.

"Hungry is good, mate. What would ya like ta drink?" He takes a moment to dish up two slices of pizza, put a fork on the plate, and carry it to the man. There he pauses, and gets out his tablet to check on Yaozu's oxygen levels while waiting for a drink decision. Slowly, he turns to walk back toward the kitchen, looking over the readings whilst he's walking.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
The Chinaman doesn't seem upset about the fact that he was awakened from his impromptu nap. He hadn't meant to doze off to start with. He's even been good and kept the pulse oximeter on his thumb. And there hadn't been an arguement with putting it on and having his oxygen levels monitored, either. Lifting his left hand, he gathers up his hair before drawing it forward over his left shoulder, and then he settles his hands within his lap again. He's been a touch on the paler side of things through this entire situation, but at least he hasn't turned blue as he'd been in the gymnasium before his heart had stopped.

"Mmm, I thought it was, also. A cup of tea would be welcome," Yaozu says. The request comes with a slight dip of his chin, and a flicker of colour that comes to his cheeks. Like he's somehow shy about 'imposing' on Liansong to make the tea. It's what he drinks most often, and he's never been seen drinking anything alcoholic. As the plate with pizza slices is offered, he lifts his hands to accept it with a small nod, and a smile. "Thank you, ah'Song," he says, a warm note to his voice. He shifts a bit there, tucking his feet beneath him in cross-legged fashion, and the glimpse that might be caught of his feet is that they're bare.

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
It's a good thing there had been no argument. Liansong would have had plenty of reasons for having it on. Which the doctor who had given it to him had outlined. The foremost on that list being avoiding passing out in front of people again. He knows how embarrassing that can be. He may have experienced such a time or three himself.

Liansong shuts off the tablet and turns his head to look at Yaozu. The tablet is tucked back into one of the pockets on his person. "Your oxygen levels are still far lower than I'm comfortable with, mate. They're low enough I'm willin' ta bet you're having dizzy spells any time you're not sitting perfectly still." At the very least.

Knowing that tea is the beverage of choice, Liansong had already actually begun making it. Would have looked bad on him if he'd chosen poorly. He speaks as he prepares the tea, eyes on what he's doing now. "Have feathers started growing in anywhere else? Reason you're oxygen levels are so low, we've finally figured out, is your body is growing air sacs. They're a lot like mine. But they're not fully integrated yet, and your body has already adapted to need a higher level of oxygen than when you weren't mutating. Also, got the x-rays back finally. What appear to be wings are starting to grow in." Liansong thinks absolutely nothing of chatting about this sort of stuff whilst eating.

With the tea now made, he makes his way back to the livingroom and sets the mug on the end table next to Yaozu. It's made exactly how the man likes. Liansong always seems to make it that way, and Yaozu had never showed or told him specifically. But he had observed and.. well. Sometimes it's helpful never forgetting anything

Yaozu Lin has posed:
Passing out in front of people had been embarassing. He hasn't had the opportunity to speak with Skye about it, to apologize to her for it happening. Not that he has something to apologize for but he feels he does. Whatever reasons the doctor had given him for needing the oximeter, Yaozu had accepted them. Perhaps even agreed with him, although assuredly not in any verbal means. A good motivation for him had been avoiding having his heart stop again. Remaining alive.

Yaozu settles his plate into his lap, using the fork to cut off a bite, and he tilts his head faintly to one side as his gaze turns to Song. Watching him, after that tablet had been tucked away. "I have been trying to behave, to not do anything that would distress the levels. I have not usually been dizzy, but I have been relatively still with being in the medical facility. It would be an untruth to say dizziness had not happened at all. It tends to be when I stand up, most times. I might be able to sit still well, but I would like to be able to do more than that," Yaozu says, a flicker of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Will I need to go back on the oxygen again?" he asks.

Yaozu is a bit predictable where his choice of beverage is concerned. He takes a moment to eat the bite of pizza, considering the questions that Song has for him. "Mmm," Yaozu affirms with a small nod. "There are. I did not wish to mention it to the other doctor," he says, his chin lowering slightly and a whisper of colour finding his cheeks. Showing Liansong took convincing let alone showing someone else. He tilts his head a little to one side. "Air sacs...? How does that work?" he asks in a soft tone. He's curious, and he doesn't really know a lot about avian physiology. "You had suspected the wings, before. They are less of a surprise. I will have to try to be patient for what they will be like," he says softly. He doesn't seem to mind the topic, really.

There's a smile that quirks the corners of his lips, and Yaozu gives a nod to Song. "Thank you, for the tea. You make it almost better than what I do," he says sincerely, a smile touching his lips. He'd noticed that Song had just seemed to pick it up from nothing more than observation alone.

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
Remaining alive is a very good goal to have, it's true. As he listens to the man, Liansong returns to the kitchen to dish up pizza for himself. He adores pizza. The beak can be a little challenging, but it's something he's had all his life, so he's used to it. And is very dextrous with it. "Perhaps," he says, of the oxygen. "I'll check your levels again after dinner."

His own beverage is coffee, with cream and a little sugar. It's his thing. Probably a habit picked up in college. "Air sacs let your body take in more oxygen at once. The oxygen gets processed twice." He doesn't go further into it. Afterall, it's not really a fun thing to say you're literally breathing through your butt.

"You're welcome, Yao. Always. Nah. I just observe what you like and what you don't and adjust accordingly." He carries his pizza and coffee and sits on the other end of the couch. "I suspect you should be on supplemental oxygen for awhile longer. Until the rest of your systems finish changing."

Yaozu Lin has posed:
It's a thing that Yaozu has noticed, at least sometimes, that dexterity where the beak is concerned. He would have imagined that some thing, like eating and drinking, would be more challenging with a beak. "If it must be done, then I will try not to mind it," Yaozu says softly, giving a small nod. "Mmm, whenever you wish to check it, ah'Song," he adds. He's trying hard not to be difficult, or at least not to seem difficult.

"There may not be an answer for it, but... you mentioned that my body needs a higher level of oxygen. Have other things within me changed that much?" he asks. He isn't really sure how that works, what could have changed to cause the higher oxygen requirement. "It seems the changes are both within and without," he says softly. And there's no way of knowing how far it will go until it has stopped. He has, in between speaking, been eating bites of the pizza.

"Mmm," Yaozu acknowledges, giving a small nod to Song as he turns his gaze to him. "You have observed it well. I can be... particular, sometimes," he says softly, one of his eyebrows slightly quirking up a little bit. "If I will be on the oxygen until then, I would expect to also be on limited physical activity until then as well. Although... for how I have been feeling, if I tried anything much then it is possible that I would be passing out again. Once was more than enough."

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
It really isn't. Part of the dexterity is his tongue. He uses his tongue almost as a finger. Coupled with an upper mandible that is designed to move... well. It gives him an awesome amount of flexibility when it comes to food or snacks. Unlike a wild bird, he doesn't use his beak to groom his feathers. Though he could, if he really wanted to.

Liansong's beak gapes open in a grin. "Of course whenever I want," he says. He pats his pocket. "I can look with the touch of a button." Literally. He starts to nom on the first slice of pizza, it goes down fairly quickly, down the hatch! He never takes an overly abundant amount of time when it comes to eating. He tends to wolf is food down. Wrong species, but accurate!

He nods to the question. "Mmhmm," he murmurs around a mouthful of pizza. He finishes the bite and then elaborates. "Your muscles need greater amounts of oxygen than someone who is strictly human. You'll need greater amounts of air to fly, when your wings fully grow. Birds tend to be a lot more efficient in their oxygen use than humans. So they can survive in places with less oxygen. But it's a double edged sword. Something gets damaged in the wrong place, it can affect our oxygen intake badly. Conversely, if there's poison in the air, we'll be more susceptible to it."

Liansong stops talking and eats more pizza. "Yup. Even something so simple as walking around could cause you issues. You're too pale. The only thing I consider a bonus, is your lips aren't blue. They don't have a lot of color though, and that worries me. If you're not careful, just standing up could have you passing out."