[ 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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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.