[thanks, he knows!! he gives her a look that's meant to be withering, but that's just kind of what his face looks like now, so he has to pair it with a dismissive wave for emphasis.]
I told you that I've fallen ill...
[and he sounds like he's a ghost rattling chains but very far away, because someone took several hours to do her thing!! thank goodness he doesn't actually know this is why.]
[ sierra will feel bad once she figures out that she’s the one who caused it, but for now, seeing him sick like this actually already makes her feel guilty for dragging him out. ]
It’s just a small errand, and you can stay in my home once I’ve shown you.
[ she walks closer, frowning as she tries to figure out how to approach him. ]
[more like why is sierra so short... no, he's huge, there's too much of him. he can't do anything about that, though, so he'll wobble to his feet with some effort. he's not steady, but he's upright. hooray?
give him a moment to turn away from her and cough, holding up a hand, hold on--]
We have about five minutes before I collapse entirely...
Well, feel free to collapse, as long as you come back.
[ sierra is stronger than she looks, even physically, but she’s not especially interested in showing off that strength… with any luck, reim will chalk it up to a fever dream. ]
sierra does actually put her back into it, though, and if reim isn’t too woozy to note these things, it’s easy to see that she’s steadying him more than she would ever willingly admit to as she guides him back to her house. ]
Why did you have to get sick, you fool?
[ grumping as they go along. ]
You’re putting all my effort to waste. Keep those eyes open.
[he'd be touched if he weren't ready to vom everywhere. he does not throw up, mercifully for both of them, but he's mostly reduced to just humming vaguely instead of talking back to her the longer has to be on his feet. uggghhh.]
I'm not- [urk] I'm not falling asleep, despite my... best efforts.
[ and the reason it took her so painfully long is—well, hold on. she turns her back on him because she’s still fiddling with it, and there are a couple noises of pained frustration from a person who has not slept and also doesn’t really fully understand how laptops work.
finally, though, she turns back around and shows her laptop to him, though she is definitely not making eye contact because she’s embarrassed now that it’s happening. ]
Just look.
[ and reim is getting… a powerpoint of his very own, that i didn’t make because i haven’t used powerpoint in years, but the important part is that it’s not especially artful, and her text color means that the contrast of pale yellow on black, her only other option, is probably a little difficult to read.
the crux of the presentation is a slide that reads, quite plainly, a few things. there is clip art of a moon, and some glasses. ]
Reasons I am grateful for your company.
1. You allow me to drink your blood. 2. You tolerate my unpleasant attitude. 3. You constantly do things for me despite the fact we have no official arrangement.
[ and then, with the only transition she managed to figure out in this whole mess ]
or: it may be a powerpoint that's stupidly hard to read, but he's still touched. like, genuinely touched that she put in the effort to learn to use The Presentation Program and made him some slides... and thanks to the mysterious nature of the quest he immediately starts to feel better, although that is heralded in by him twisting to the side to cough extra unpleasantly this time.
maybe he's shaken it out coughing so much, because he does indeed look somewhat better already. huh!!]
You- [ahem, gross, he still sounds like a zombie though] You made me a presentation...?
[aw...]
Thank you. This is... sweet. [can he say that or will she get all tsundere about it--]
sierra does her best not to get tsundere about it, because she does feel like degrading the effort and sincerity that went into it is like saying she didn’t even care in the first place. she did care! she wouldn’t have done it if she didn’t. ]
Yes, well…
[ she closes the laptop and places it aside, quietly still mortified. ]
I wanted you to know that I appreciate all you do for me. [ a pause. ] And I appreciate you as a person. You have a good head on your shoulders.
[ sierra hasn’t been embarrassed enough to blush in some four hundred years, but she wasn’t able to blush then and she still isn’t now. still, there’s the ghost of a memory, and she’s grateful that reim moves on before her head explodes. ]
Kisa was asleep and couldn’t help me, so it’s not as nice as I wanted it to be.
[ that’s right, she wanted it to be even better… she had a dream. ]
[schrodinger's sleepover. he pauses on his way to truly hobble back, looking at her, more than a little exhausted. only, like, a fraction of that is because she can't make up her mind, the rest is because he's been retching all night. fun!!]
...There's a fair chance I won't collapse on the side of the road.
[ there are no hard numbers on that, so sierra isn’t sure if he means fair in the “more than 50%” margin or if it’s a little closer to complete certainty. ]
Message me when you get back. If you don’t within the hour, I’ll assume you’ve died.
If you find me lying in a gutter, please make sure I haven't landed on my glasses.
[very important, that nerd request. anyway, he'll take his leave... and it probably takes him longer than is comfortable to get back to his house, but not a whole hour. give him time, and he will send her a message:]
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I told you that I've fallen ill...
[and he sounds like he's a ghost rattling chains but very far away, because someone took several hours to do her thing!! thank goodness he doesn't actually know this is why.]
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It’s just a small errand, and you can stay in my home once I’ve shown you.
[ she walks closer, frowning as she tries to figure out how to approach him. ]
Why are you so tall?
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give him a moment to turn away from her and cough, holding up a hand, hold on--]
We have about five minutes before I collapse entirely...
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[ sierra is stronger than she looks, even physically, but she’s not especially interested in showing off that strength… with any luck, reim will chalk it up to a fever dream. ]
You won’t feel a thing if I drag you.
[ somehow this keeps happening? ]
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[he coughs again, then waves a hand for her to start moving. he's good, he can move, he can go. the clock is ticking!!]
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sierra does actually put her back into it, though, and if reim isn’t too woozy to note these things, it’s easy to see that she’s steadying him more than she would ever willingly admit to as she guides him back to her house. ]
Why did you have to get sick, you fool?
[ grumping as they go along. ]
You’re putting all my effort to waste. Keep those eyes open.
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I'm not- [urk] I'm not falling asleep, despite my... best efforts.
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reim goes on an old fainting couch recovered from who-knows-where, and once he’s off her, she sighs. ]
There. Now just wait here.
[ and she disappears for just a moment to retrieve… her laptop? better look close, reim. ]
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he is curious, though, when she comes back with her laptop... what is it...]
What?
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finally, though, she turns back around and shows her laptop to him, though she is definitely not making eye contact because she’s embarrassed now that it’s happening. ]
Just look.
[ and reim is getting… a powerpoint of his very own, that i didn’t make because i haven’t used powerpoint in years, but the important part is that it’s not especially artful, and her text color means that the contrast of pale yellow on black, her only other option, is probably a little difficult to read.
the crux of the presentation is a slide that reads, quite plainly, a few things. there is clip art of a moon, and some glasses. ]
Reasons I am grateful for your company.
1. You allow me to drink your blood.
2. You tolerate my unpleasant attitude.
3. You constantly do things for me despite the fact we have no official arrangement.
[ and then, with the only transition she managed to figure out in this whole mess ]
Thank you for listening.
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or: it may be a powerpoint that's stupidly hard to read, but he's still touched. like, genuinely touched that she put in the effort to learn to use The Presentation Program and made him some slides... and thanks to the mysterious nature of the quest he immediately starts to feel better, although that is heralded in by him twisting to the side to cough extra unpleasantly this time.
maybe he's shaken it out coughing so much, because he does indeed look somewhat better already. huh!!]
You- [ahem, gross, he still sounds like a zombie though] You made me a presentation...?
[aw...]
Thank you. This is... sweet. [can he say that or will she get all tsundere about it--]
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sierra does her best not to get tsundere about it, because she does feel like degrading the effort and sincerity that went into it is like saying she didn’t even care in the first place. she did care! she wouldn’t have done it if she didn’t. ]
Yes, well…
[ she closes the laptop and places it aside, quietly still mortified. ]
I wanted you to know that I appreciate all you do for me. [ a pause. ] And I appreciate you as a person. You have a good head on your shoulders.
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If you keep going like that, I'm going to start thinking you mean it.
[he lies, lyingly, because he already knows she's soft but he's generous enough to give her an out. don't look at his pathetic sick person smile.
anyway, nerd time.] The effects you used were very interesting!
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Kisa was asleep and couldn’t help me, so it’s not as nice as I wanted it to be.
[ that’s right, she wanted it to be even better… she had a dream. ]
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Perhaps you could have worked during the day... [alright, alright-] I liked it very much. I will... try to bicker less, in the future.
[narrator: he wouldn't, though.]
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[ HUFFS. she appreciates that he has a backbone, even if it’s also irritating when he doesn’t immediately give into her whims.
when reim coughs, though, sierra finally looks at him properly. ]
You look better. Did my gift help that much?
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Most people would say it was the fresh air on the way over here. I do feel better than before...
[he looks over at her laptop, wondering. no... surely not...]
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And here I was, willing to let you sleep it off in my home… but if you’re fine, I think I’ve already exhausted my resources of kindness today.
[ there’s a little less bite to it than normal, though, simply because she’s still feeling soft or whatever. ]
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[last time, the imaginary time they don't talk about, she put him up in her bed... anyway, alright. he can hobble back home.]
Enjoy your morning, Lady Sierra.
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…
[ he looks “better,” but maybe not “good.” ]
Will you make it?
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...There's a fair chance I won't collapse on the side of the road.
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[ there are no hard numbers on that, so sierra isn’t sure if he means fair in the “more than 50%” margin or if it’s a little closer to complete certainty. ]
Message me when you get back. If you don’t within the hour, I’ll assume you’ve died.
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If you find me lying in a gutter, please make sure I haven't landed on my glasses.
[very important, that nerd request. anyway, he'll take his leave... and it probably takes him longer than is comfortable to get back to his house, but not a whole hour. give him time, and he will send her a message:]
Hello, I'm still breathing.