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~The Hanahaki disease-Clowny~

clown has the disease. Branzy's oblivious, duh. ALSO SORRY I DIDNT POST EARLIER I LOST MY SENSE OF TIME :( while also having to take a new medicine too.

Clown sat down, staring at his hand, he held petals. That he threw up. He didn't know HOW or WHY. To that matter, all he knew was that he didn't know how long he had till he died. Or if he even was gonna die. Why did this happen? And what did he have to do to stop it? He needed to do research. Good thing, they had a library. Bad thing, he didn't know where to start. He wished this hadn't happened.

Clown was startled as he saw Branzy, walking towards him, although he had a good relationship with Branzy, his hand still twitched as it was a reflex to grab his scythe from where it laid in his back. He quickly accepted that Branzy was walking towards him, continuing to look at the book in his hands. What was this stupid thing he had? And would someone help him with the finding a cure? If there even was one.

Clown pulled his mask off slightly, coughing rather rapidly into his hand, as Branzy sat next to him, he glanced at him, wiping the petals away from his hand and onto the bucket that lay next to him. "Woah.. did you just..?" Clown broke off Branzy, "throw it up? Yeah." He said as he readjusted his mask. Branzy gave him a concerned look, Clown felt a pang, where his heart was, a little pang. "That doesn't seem good. Have you gotten that checked?"

"No. Doctor's don't do much when i go. As a demon at least.. So i just decide to search it up, which is why i'm here in the first place.." Branzy nods, "well i could help you? If you'd like at least." Clown stared at him, through his mask, although Branzy couldn't see him through the mask. "Sure.. if you're free to help i guess." Branzy smiled, nods and grabs a book from the pile of books Clown had next to him, most were about diseases, others were about floral stuff, explaining in detail about some things!

Clown skimmed over most of the books, reading the back, and the table of contents in the book. If he knew this was how he got the information, he would've suffered and let himself die. Well now that he was this deep, he couldn't back down. He continued, looking for something even remotely close to his.. disease? I suppose that was what he would reference it as.

Clown looked to Branzy, glazing over him, admiring him, although he'd never admit that, even to himself. God it was even painfully obvious to everyone, but the two idiots, the two that danced around one another. They couldn't figure this out, Clown was now on the 5th book, this one was somewhat close, he flipped over to the page. Glancing at it.

Useless. It was just about flowers, the name of the chapter just came off different, giving him the wrong idea. He sighed and continued to search through the other books. Scanning and scanning. Throwing up, over and over again. Sometimes it was becoming more rapid, he got somewhat worried. Although he was still able to get some warnings before he coughed, as to not stain or cough on, or in his mask.

Today was another day, same as any other after Clown found out about this.. disease. His coughing was growing more rapid, though he still got some type of warning, although today was something different this time, it got somewhat worse, not giving a warning, and making him, throw up the petals, basically. He was concerned, that came without warning? Is it becoming worse?

Clown felt a gag, starting to tear up slightly due to his gagging, he threw up petals, throwing up into the bucket he kept next to him, allowing him to occasionally throw the petals away and continue his search for the disease and, if there was one to begin with. Occasionally, Branzy joined him in his search, once in a while. Time to time Branzy would exclaim, saying he found something close to what Clown had, but it was never enough, each time Clown would turn the idea down, saying stuff to reassure Branzy though, as to not upset him much.