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!

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[conciliates]

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

[restitchtime]

[so very not ok] I'm not hungry.

[conciliates]

Right. [ she looks the slightest bit disheartened, but pulls it out of her sylladex anyway, placing the soup-filled thermos on Rose's nightstand. ] Well, I'll leave it here, in case you change your mind. I made it accordingly with one of your Earth soup recipes, just in case there's something about troll soup that would offend your human palate.

[restitchtime]

Somehow I've got a feeling that was a good idea. [she's talked enough with the trolls of her world to know that it would probably have baby toes in or or something. god.] What kind is it?

[conciliates]

Vegetable soup. [ a beat ] Is that okay?

[restitchtime]

[the flattest look combined with the driest tone ever] No, that's far beyond ok. I'm deathly allergic to any and all vegetables, what the fuck were you thinking?

[conciliates]

You know what, I'm just going to do that thing that you do sometimes and say--

... Actually, ellipses don't translate that well into speech. So I'm just going to look sullen and not say anything, and you will know that was the intended verbal equivalent of ellipses.

[ she promptly crosses her arms over her chest, looking sullen, and doesn't say anything. >:T ]

[restitchtime]

Don't forget to stomp your feet around. It's not a sulky tantrum without that key factor. [she ain't even mad, girl]

[conciliates]

[ she sighs and rolls her eyes, hands dropping to her hips ] Well, eat it or don't. It doesn't really matter, I guess.

[ now, what else can she fuss about... oh yeah, she hasn't got the humidifier working! let's do that!! ]

[restitchtime]

[watching her go about it with mild interest. she sort of wonders if she'll start tidying up the room after running out of things to do sick-wise]

You might have to unplug something to get that going. There aren't too many sockets around here.

[conciliates]

[ that depends, Rose, how many puppets, swords and other manners of junk do you have strewn about your room?

for now, though, Kanaya's hand hovers over the few plugged-in cords. ] Which one would be okay to unplug?

[restitchtime]

[quite a bit! although she'll have you know the swords are not hers.]

Desk lamp should be fine. I don't think I'll be needing that anytime soon.

[conciliates]

All right. [ she glances at the desk lamp to see which cord leads to it, and then replaces it with the humidifier's one. success! now, what else did the internet say about treating a fever... oh, wasn't there a bit about stripping into lighter clothes-- no, Maryam, you are certainly not bringing that up.

... uh. it seems that she is just about out of ideas. maybe she could fuss about the rest of Rose's room instead! ]

You sure have plenty of swords. [ ... ] Everywhere.

[restitchtime]

They're not mine. [and the harsh tone of her voice makes it readily apparent what her opinion on the owner of them is]

[conciliates]

... Then why are there so many of them?

[restitchtime]

Because the fucker keeps bringing them back in whenever I chuck them out the window.

[conciliates]

Ah.

At least put them in neater piles?

[restitchtime]

Why bother? I'm just going to throw them out again later.

[conciliates]

Wouldn't it be more effective to put them all in a single concentrated spot where they won't penetrate your field of vision and thus have their existence become easier to forget about?

[restitchtime]

Not really. That makes it look like I'm picking up after the bastard.

[conciliates]

But in a way, it'd also make it look like you've conquered the endless cycle of sword-dumping-and-chucking.

[restitchtime]

Not really. Getting the damn things to stay out of the place permanently would mean I'd won.

[conciliates]

How likely do you think that is?

[restitchtime]

Couldn't say. I see time, not the future.

[conciliates]

Well, obtaining victory by ways of elusive passive-aggressiveness seems like it'd be your kind of thing, but I wish you luck on your sword-chucking endeavors regardless.