have i mentioned lately that i'm shameless

[connike]

 THE SICK DAY MEME

RULES
► Post with your character, name and fandom in the header.
► They are now, for some odd reason, sick (headache, fever, runny nose, cough, whatever you want).
► Another character replies and is struck with the sudden urge to take care of them (bringing them soup, extra blankets, Sudafed, sexual healing, what have you).
► Go from there!

Comments

ssh no let me hug you forever (and get my nose broken)

[conciliates]

What about bullshit space powers combined with a chainsaw?

this is probably not an advisable idea

[restitchtime]

That gives me license to use my bullshit time powers combined with the locks to combat your cheating.

BUT IT'D BE SO WORTH IT probably...maybe

[conciliates]

Then what if I just used my space powers? How would your locks be able to hold up against them, anyway? Are they magic?

she'd never forgive you

[restitchtime]

Yeah. They're magically distracting so that I can sneak up and beat the shit out of you.

:""( why you gotta be that way rose baby

[conciliates]

That is pretty magical. Though, with your fatigued state, I do believe the advantage would be mine.

because trust is hard and what am physical affection

[restitchtime]

If you want to take that chance, be my guest. I'll be sure to keep the I told you sos to a minimum.

SIGN....

[conciliates]

As tempting as that sounds, I actually have little to no interest in wrecking your place of residence in search for your hidden valuables, and so I'm afraid I must pass. Which brings us back to the original point, from which you elegantly stirred us away with yet another one of your magical distractions: I am here to help you. As a friend.

life with red rose is never easy

[restitchtime]

Well, you're here to help. [pointedly not agreeing to the last part? YOU BET]

even more so than with purple rose which is kind of a feat

[conciliates]

[ she frowns, but has no intention of arguing the matter further, instead resorting to lightly rapping against Rose's forehead with the backs of her fingers. ]

-- Ah.

[ rather than pull her hand away, she turns her hand over, pressing her palm against the same spot. ] You're warm. ... I think. It's hard to say, given the differences between average troll body temperature and human body temperature, and also the fact I have no circulation.

it's the magic of being a strider

[restitchtime]

[she gently takes hold of Kanaya's wrist, intending to just move her hand off her head. she's almost positive she really is feverish, but that doesn't mean she needs people mentioning it.]

Call me crazy, but I think all that means you're not exactly an expert on declaring fevers.

and yet somehow she's more full of issues than dave and rose combined :'D

[conciliates]

[ she blinks down at the contact -- the gentleness of it, more than anything -- lips parting slightly in surprise, before she catches herself and presses them back together. she lets Rose move her hand away, and wills herself back into snark-mode. ]

You may recall I brought a heat-gauge for that exact reason.

it's her naturally competitive nature

[restitchtime]

[luckily for Kanaya, Rose doesn't quite catch that little slip-up. it's kind of hard to read people's facial expressions when you're sick and all.]

And you may recall my opinion on using it.

[conciliates]

My continued efforts of trying to grasp the reason why you're so against checking your own body temperature continue to be met with failure.

[restitchtime]

Then let me help you: because it's none of your business. I already know I'm sick, so there's no point to it.

[conciliates]

Of course you're sick. The question is how sick. And seeing as even you agreed that I am here to help, you might as well allow me to do exactly that.

[restitchtime]

Can't you just be happy with the fact I'm not trying to kick you out and leave it at that? [her voice carries a tone of frustration. she really wishes she was feeling better so she could resist in a more forceful manner]

[conciliates]

Evidently not.

[restitchtime]

[she stares up at the ceiling for a long time, face twisted up in an expression of great distaste. finally:]

If I tell you my fucking temperature, will you lay off?

[conciliates]

[ this obviously pleases her ] Yes.

[restitchtime]

[yeah yeah, revel in it while you can. she tsks and holds out her hand.] All right, all right. Give me the damn thermometer.

[conciliates]

[ she places it back in Rose's hand ] Here you are.

[restitchtime]

[she grumbles a little under her breath and then sticks it in her mouth. after the appropriate time is up she takes it out and reads off the result]

103. There, happy?

[conciliates]

Oh dear, then it appears I was right after all. [ it's less an 'I told you so' and more an expression of concern. it's okay, though. she has read about this on the internet! ] I should get you ice, shouldn't I?

[restitchtime]

No, it's fine. As long as I keep hydrated it'll go away on its own. [she flaps the hand with the thermometer in it at her in an attempt to keep the fussing to a minimum]

[conciliates]

[ she knows Rose doesn't want her to fuss, but she can't help it, okay :( ] I have soup. If you want some.