ic contact;

[coexistent]

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

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[immobileyes]

[ That's the same for everyone then, isn't it? She wants to ask, but somehow... it's a nice feeling, being special because her eyes were hers.

Or something like that, her mind's not quite cooperating. But she lifts her head a little, just to peer at him for a few seconds-- and then lowers it back against his shoulder. ]

I guess that's like you, then... I really like your eyes too, Roxas.

[coexistent]

Th... thanks.

[ah, this is... a weird feeling. what she says is nice, and it doesn't make him feel bad. but... they're not uniquely his, are they? his eyes and xion's are similar, and even more so with ventus.

(and probably sora too, but he doesn't have a real frame of reference for that once.)]

They're probably not special though. I think... they're probably pretty normal.

[immobileyes]

I don't think so.

[ Give her a minute to clear her throat of scratchiness. ]

Your eyes, when you make a promise... I don't know how to explain it, but they're really warm? And when you're determined. It always makes me feel better.

[coexistent]

Oh...

[his face feels warm. why is is face warm? it must be because of the cold, obviously. being this sick has to be the reason.]

I didn't know it was like that but... I'm glad, if it makes you feel better when you need it.

[immobileyes]

[ Don't actually develop a fever, Roxas, that would be bad!! ]

It does, [ firmly, because he's not allowed to say that any part of him isn't special. ] So even if you think your eyes aren't anything special, they're special to me.

[ *~FRIENDSHIP~* ]

[coexistent]

[friendship!! clearly, that's exactly what this is.

hilariously enough, all this talk of eyes makes his feel heavy enough to close them for a moment. he's pretty tired and his face still feels pretty warm after all this exertion (it's just the exertion, of course).] Thanks, Mary.

I'm glad... That you see things like that. [that these things are somehow his, and not just someone else's.]

[immobileyes]

[ Ah, yes. The exertion of talking. Mary knows it well (unironically, she really knows it well).

She smiles, though-- not that he can see it. ]

I'll always see things like that. No matter what.

[coexistent]

I'll hold you to that.

[he's joking, but... he really does feel relieved about it. maybe knowing that will make it easier for him to tell her the truth.

you know, when they're not a miserable sick pile on the sofa.]

[immobileyes]

[ Yeah, it's hard to have meaningful discussions when they're a miserable sick pile on the sofa. ]

Want me to promise?

[coexistent]

Should we?

[their promise list is 2intense.]

[immobileyes]

Mm-hm! That way you won't have to hold me to it, because it'll be a promise. And even if I forget again, it'll be written down, so I'll still be able to keep it.

[coexistent]

Okay, let's make it a promise, then.

[with great effort, he shifts a little to hold his hand up, extending his pinky. another promise—that's fine.]

[immobileyes]

Maybe you should lay down after this.

[ She says, even though it takes as much monumental effort to free her hand and bring their pinkies together. ]

[coexistent]

...Maybe we should both lay down and try to rest.

[existing is so hard right now, even if they're trying.]

[immobileyes]

I don't really wanna move, though...

[ So can she just crash on the couch? ]

[coexistent]

Me neither... it's too much work.

[it hurts to move.] I guess we can just stay here...

[immobileyes]

[ There's a tiny nod, and Mary slumps a little further against him. ]

I like that idea better.

[coexistent]

Yeah, same for me...

[she can slump against him, that's fine. it's not like he's moving at all anyway, unless closing his eyes counts.]