ic contact;

[coexistent]

"I'm not around, so... leave a message, I guess."

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[immobileyes]

It's okay. I'm moving.

[ Slowly, even if she did want to hurry. If only she had magical darkness corridor powers...!! ]

[coexistent]

...be careful, ok?

[immobileyes]

[ There's no answer to that-- at first.

But another twenty minutes later, he might hear a rather loud THUNK at his door. And... ]

im here

[ SHE'S REALLY TIRED NOW. ]

[coexistent]

[meanwhile, roxas has been fretting pretty much this whole time. but he manages to trudge from the couch to the door, slowly pulling it open. he looks like hell, of course—his nose is raw and red, his hair is disheveled, and he just looks generally worn down.]

Mary—! [which comes out a little raspier than usual, but he's obviously more concerned with her state than his own right now.]

[immobileyes]

[ She pretty much looks exactly the same. Red nose, flushed cheeks from her apparently-valiant efforts to haul herself here, hair a general mess, and completely hoarse when she speaks up. ]

R-Roxas... you look awful.

[ Yes, this is a good thing to say to someone you may have a crush on. ]

[coexistent]

Oh, thanks...

[he knows, mary. and he still makes a face at it. it's meant to sound teasing and sarcastic, but he can't even tell if it is at this point because he's a walking disaster.]

You don't exactly look ready for a night out on the town yourself... [a+ this is how you woo the crush you don't know that you might have]

[immobileyes]

Because I'm not.

[ And she's making a face of her own-- because really, she's not, she's about ready to plunk herself down on the floor and groan uselessly until she feels better.

The dokis are strong in these two. ]

[coexistent]

[it's truly hard to compete with the level of romance here.]

Come on... come sit down. I'll heat up some soup for you. [it's the least he can do here. not before sneezing loudly, but hey. he can only do so much here when he's just as sick.]

[immobileyes]

[ Sit down... sit down where? Probably not on the floor, as inviting as it looks. Maybe at a table, if he's heating up soup?

Except as she obediently wobbles in, the couch looks much closer, so Mary just kind of plops down there and sags. ]

I thought we'd be feeling better by now...

[coexistent]

[it's a fine place to sit. there's tons of blankets and pillows (thanks, terra), tissues nearby... and maybe a half-empty mug of tea. they're doing their best here.]

I thought so too, but I feel like it's just getting worse every day.

[immobileyes]

[ Don't mind her, then, just bundling up in a blanket. ]

There were sicknesses that didn't get better in some of my stories... [ Give her a minute to cough.

Okay, maybe two minutes. ]

But those were like... curses, or magic...

[coexistent]

[mary, are you trying to scare him? because that sounds so alarming.]

...You don't think it's something like that, do you? [because if it is, they're kind of just doing nothing to help fix it, and that's a problem.]

[immobileyes]

I hope not... curses like that, you usually have to find a magical plant or have a prince kiss you.

[coexistent]

[...]

Do we even have anything like that here?

[immobileyes]

There might be plants like that? But I don't know any princes. Just a king, and I think he's gone now.

[ A pause, and she tugs a little at her blanket. ]

... But there's gotta be a way, right? If we get too much worse, things could get really bad.

[coexistent]

Maybe we should just hope that this is a normal kind of cold, or whatever it is...

[he sighs, and the microwave beeps, though he'll give it a minute to cool before he takes it out and brings over the bowl and spoon to her.]

It's still pretty hot, so be careful.

[immobileyes]

Thanks, Roxas.

[ She can still smile, thankfully (despite this sickness making her hella grumpy) and she'll offer him one now as she carefully frees up her hands to take the bowl from him.

... It takes about eight attempts at blowing steam off her spoonful, but she's not screeching about burnt tongues when she pops it in her mouth, so her valiant efforts succeeded. ]

[coexistent]

It's fine... we have a lot of it anyway.

[terra made sure he was well-stocked last time. and soup's easy to make, so roxas likes eating it when he's not totally sick of it.

but as mary makes an attempt to eat, he's just going to flop somewhat listlessly on the couch next to her. he's too warm for blankets now, but all of that took a lot of energy out of him. being sick is hard, how do people do this?]

[immobileyes]

[ They don't, usually. Mary's got stamina to gain back, but her appetite's still pretty pathetic, and it'll take her awhile to get through half the bowl before she has to give up for now. ]

You really do look tired... [ But now she can comment on Roxas' droopy status. ]

[coexistent]

It's kinda hard not to be tired. Even when I sleep... it doesn't seem like it's doing much.

[the sleep is miserable anyway, being sick. but then there are the nightmares, which just makes it that much less restful.]

[immobileyes]

... [ She sets the bowl down on the nearest flat surface and shuffles closer, to press their shoulders together (through the blanket). Contact made people feel better, right? It feels like it's been forever since they've been this close-- even if it's just been a few days. ]

Are you having nightmares too?

[coexistent]

[it does feel like it's been forever, but time passes so slowly when they feel this way. maybe it's only been a few days, but it feels like ages. roxas isn't even thinking much about it as he leans into the gesture a bit before nodding slightly.]

Yeah. I mean... I think so. I don't really remember them when I wake up, though.

[immobileyes]

I don't, either... I just know I'm really scared when I wake up. And my heart's beating really fast.

[ So whatever she'd dreamed about... must have been terrifying. She toys with the edges of the blanket now, frowning. ] I don't know how to make them stop, either.

[coexistent]

I don't know either.

[so it's not exactly as if he can help here. he feels kind of bad though, reminding her of it.]

It wasn't like this before I started feeling sick. Is that... do you think that's the reason, maybe?

[immobileyes]

It might be... I don't remember it being hard to sleep the last time I was sick. And I've had nightmares I can't remember before, but never all the time like this.

[ Mary groans a little, sagging more against Roxas' shoulder. ]

I hope that means it'll stop when we get better.