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Who: Michael, Robin, Riku, and Rin
Broadcast: No
Action: Aboard the Bloodsport
When: Today -> until the plague is cured?

[After centuries of existence, having seen atrocities and having battled devils, including Satan himself, Michael has never felt anything quite like this.

Namely, being totally, utterly, helplessly sick. And much like many of the not-entirely mortal on the fleet, the angel has absolutely no idea how to deal with this admittedly novel experience. As the plague worsened, he's given up his usual cheerful attitude and any pretense of functioning.

Probably much to the chagrin of his healthier crewmates.

For now the miserable angel can be found slumped facedown over the arm of his couch, moaning dramatically into the upholstery. He'll be sure to moan extra loud if someone not sick happens to pass by.]

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Oh. You look good, for being sick.

[he looks... subtly more pathetic, somehow.]

Can you make some for me too?

No.

[HARDHEARTED and absolutely not up for waiting on him. Cold stare.]

But I'll show you how to make some.

[Otherwise she is literally going to ruthlessly walk off and leave him.]

Rude...

[...but after a moment, he slides off of the table and shuffles lamely after her.]

[She burrows a little deeper into her blanket train and doesn't answer him. One loop of cloth goes over her head. She looks like a tiny blanket monk. But she makes her way to their little drinks dispenser, acquires a mug... or whatever they've got... and makes the drinks dispenser dispense tea.]

Now you make it hot.

I guess that is how you would do that, yeah.

[since he is in the midst of feeling achy and terrible, he'll lean against the wall...]

...Do you want me to do anything for you? I was thinking of going out later...

[She sticks the mug in the microwave and gets it going, and leans against the counter, thinking. Ducks her head.]

Do anything for me? Like what?

[She shrugs.]

I don't need anything.

I hadn't thought about it. Just if there's anything you want...

People are supposed to be nice to themselves, when they're sick.

[Oh. So he's being sweet. She glances up at him and then reaches out and rubs his arm.]

I can't think of anything.

[The microwave dings. She takes out the tea.] Drink that. [Making up her own now...]

[...how did that turn into her making tea for him? but he takes it and doesn't make any smart comments.]

So... Better or worse than Nor, still?

[How did it turn into her feeding him fish? Rin and food. Food is love. She starts up her own mug of tea, glancing at him at the question.]

Nor... Nel's world? [Did that ever get explained to her? She can't remember. She'll just assume.]

We have food and we're not in danger here. So it's still better.

[Just, without danger she has no particular motivation to do anything but sleep off a years-long world-hopping hangover.]

I miss Exsilium.

Ah. [he sips his tea. his throat kind of hurts.] What do you miss about it?

[That'll fix that. Maybe.]

I miss weather... [She sounds vaguely wistful. She puts her own tea in the microwave and dials it up, and stares at it as it turns.] Going on missions... my sword... I think Gin's gone... I miss Vanadi and Colette... [Homesick but where should she even feel homesick for? She misses Hisoka and Jack, in a way, and Madara even though he'd be stressful to have around. They're not even from Exsilium. She misses Chane and Nill and all her other friends.

Shrug. It doesn't matter.]

Mm. Sounds like all the reasons I miss home.

[even if she shrugs...]

I'm sorry. It blows.

[Again, a shrug. She just avoids thinking about this stuff as much as she can.

The microwave dings and she takes out her tea anyway. Taking a drink of that is a good distraction.]

I'm going back to bed.

You've been sleeping an awful lot...

[after another pointed sip of tea:]

You're off the hook for now, since you're not feeling well.

What would I even be on the hook for? [Vaguely irritable.] It's not a crime.

It's not good for you. You'll get all... squishy.

[which is strangely the least offensive thing he could come up with.]

[It's true in a way and she knows it. The more she sleeps the more she wants to sleep and the less awake she feels even when she is awake... but she's still not all that amenable to concern, unfortunately.]

Who cares? Nothing is happening.

Edited 2014-12-06 18:36 (UTC)

I care.

[but what does he know about being depressed and sleeping all the time? oh, wait.]

But seriously, I'd love to have this argument with you, but only after we're both feeling better.

[They're not going to have the argument because Robin can suck it, but...]

Sure. [Actual eyeroll and she sips her tea :/]

I hope you sleep well.

[smiles blandly at her.]

Edited 2014-12-08 18:58 (UTC)

[She'd give him the finger if it was worth her time. Instead she just walks off.]

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