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[While Nero busies himself with reading the first page, Vergil resumes his organizing. With the first stack of books organized, he transfers his keep pile to the coffee table for ease and pulls the first few books off the second stack.]
It is a spy thriller. It was featured as a recommended novel by a member of the library staff. The cover and title looked a bit more like a movie poster, so I thought you might like it. I took the liberty of reading it first just in case it didn't live up to first impressions. I hope you don't mind. I just know you find some mysteries to plod along and didn't want to waste your time with it if it didn't suit you after all. But there's enough action and twists that the novel keeps a quick pacing. I believe you'll find it exciting until the end, and may perhaps even make a few guesses at the truth as you read.
[Vergil isn't exactly winded by how much he speaks, but he feels that shortness of breath from earlier. He lets out a harsh little exhale as he continues placing books in their appropriate piles. Talking a lot and with the sort of passion that always comes out of Vergil when he starts talking about anything literary appears to be just as much of a potential trigger for his symptoms as overexerting himself with physical activity.]
[Irritating, to say the least. It's not as though Vergil really talks all that much to begin with...]
Nero, would you mind bringing me a glass of water as well when you bring out the tea?
[He will likely need it once the tea is gone.]
It is a spy thriller. It was featured as a recommended novel by a member of the library staff. The cover and title looked a bit more like a movie poster, so I thought you might like it. I took the liberty of reading it first just in case it didn't live up to first impressions. I hope you don't mind. I just know you find some mysteries to plod along and didn't want to waste your time with it if it didn't suit you after all. But there's enough action and twists that the novel keeps a quick pacing. I believe you'll find it exciting until the end, and may perhaps even make a few guesses at the truth as you read.
[Vergil isn't exactly winded by how much he speaks, but he feels that shortness of breath from earlier. He lets out a harsh little exhale as he continues placing books in their appropriate piles. Talking a lot and with the sort of passion that always comes out of Vergil when he starts talking about anything literary appears to be just as much of a potential trigger for his symptoms as overexerting himself with physical activity.]
[Irritating, to say the least. It's not as though Vergil really talks all that much to begin with...]
Nero, would you mind bringing me a glass of water as well when you bring out the tea?
[He will likely need it once the tea is gone.]
[Nero continues examining the book as Vergil... well. Exposits about it, with great passion and thorough detail. It's not like Nero reads for fun that often, even as he's been dutifully plodding his way through Little Women and Frankenstein because his mother liked them. But a book that Vergil picked out and read, specifically because he thought Nero might like it? When it doesn't seem to suit his taste at all?
There is a sweet, genuine affection in the smile he cracks as he turns pink and glances away, setting the book aside in its own pile.] Sounds really cool. Thanks. I'll check it out.
[He nods to the affirmative regarding the water. And in fact, the kettle is just about to boil, so Nero ducks off to the kitchen to take care of it.
He returns a few minutes later with the tea in the pot, two teacups, and a large glass of ice water, all of which he carefully sets apart from the book piles.]
There you go. This oughta help for sure.
There is a sweet, genuine affection in the smile he cracks as he turns pink and glances away, setting the book aside in its own pile.] Sounds really cool. Thanks. I'll check it out.
[He nods to the affirmative regarding the water. And in fact, the kettle is just about to boil, so Nero ducks off to the kitchen to take care of it.
He returns a few minutes later with the tea in the pot, two teacups, and a large glass of ice water, all of which he carefully sets apart from the book piles.]
There you go. This oughta help for sure.
[By the time Nero returns with the tea, Vergil has cleared the second stack and is making a decent dent into the third. Although the ratio has perhaps shifted a bit to an increase in how many books are to be kept, it's obvious still that more books need returning than those that are still in need of reading. He glances at it as Nero sets it down, silently appreciative that he keeps it carefully apart from the books.]
Assuming you did not over-steep it this time.
[What might seem like a critical remark is actually a gentle tease at some of Nero's early attempts at brewing tea for Vergil. Although really, who was the one to still choke it down to avoid hurting the other's feelings? Arguably, that one is the bigger fool of the two.]
[Vergil finishes with the handful of books he's brought to his lap before he reaches for the tea.]
Assuming you did not over-steep it this time.
[What might seem like a critical remark is actually a gentle tease at some of Nero's early attempts at brewing tea for Vergil. Although really, who was the one to still choke it down to avoid hurting the other's feelings? Arguably, that one is the bigger fool of the two.]
[Vergil finishes with the handful of books he's brought to his lap before he reaches for the tea.]
[He scoffs and teases back.] It's ginger tea, you can't over-steep it. [...Also he set a timer. Those early attempts were totally embarrassing. No wonder he thinks tea is fucking gross when he's been making it wrong, turns out.
Vergil will also find that he did not add the lemon and honey, knowing Vergil would probably prefer it straight.]
Kyrie was gonna go shopping today. When she's back later she's gonna want to make you soup. Fair warning... it'll be the best soup you've ever had.
Vergil will also find that he did not add the lemon and honey, knowing Vergil would probably prefer it straight.]
Kyrie was gonna go shopping today. When she's back later she's gonna want to make you soup. Fair warning... it'll be the best soup you've ever had.
[Vergil pours both cups, setting the pot down and taking his as Nero makes mention of Kyrie and the threat of soup. He sighs a little because he knows already the matter of Kyrie is going to be a far more difficult situation to navigate than his son. Especially when aforementioned son is so fiercely protective of her.]
Let's see how I do with tea before introducing soup...
[Right now, he cannot say the thought of eating something particularly appeals to him regardless of what it is or how good it tastes. The cramping in his stomach has subsided enough that he doesn't feel nearly so in danger of vomiting again, but he is not keen on agitating his stomach again further.]
[He takes a sip of his tea.]
Could you perhaps convince her to wait until tomorrow if I do not feel hungry today? I imagine it would be upsetting to her if after I ate, I were to "blow chunks" as you so delicately put it. [And Vergil will not be in the mood to offer reassurances to her. At least, that is the implicit argument he is trying to make with this.] I promise I will try to eat it then if I am not feeling able to eat today.
[Vergil carefully frames it around the matter of his stomach and hunger because they are factors. But the real issue is that Kyrie can be... Well, to put it delicately, a lot. She feels a lot of emotions and quite intensely, and Vergil doesn't know what to do with half of them on a good day. Vergil does not know how much he is up for after already having to navigate Nero's concern to have Kyrie pile hers on as well. Especially when he knows how delicate her feelings are and how utterly indelicate he is in turn. It's not a good combination, and it would be wise for Nero to play a bit of interference if Vergil is not up for it today.]
Let's see how I do with tea before introducing soup...
[Right now, he cannot say the thought of eating something particularly appeals to him regardless of what it is or how good it tastes. The cramping in his stomach has subsided enough that he doesn't feel nearly so in danger of vomiting again, but he is not keen on agitating his stomach again further.]
[He takes a sip of his tea.]
Could you perhaps convince her to wait until tomorrow if I do not feel hungry today? I imagine it would be upsetting to her if after I ate, I were to "blow chunks" as you so delicately put it. [And Vergil will not be in the mood to offer reassurances to her. At least, that is the implicit argument he is trying to make with this.] I promise I will try to eat it then if I am not feeling able to eat today.
[Vergil carefully frames it around the matter of his stomach and hunger because they are factors. But the real issue is that Kyrie can be... Well, to put it delicately, a lot. She feels a lot of emotions and quite intensely, and Vergil doesn't know what to do with half of them on a good day. Vergil does not know how much he is up for after already having to navigate Nero's concern to have Kyrie pile hers on as well. Especially when he knows how delicate her feelings are and how utterly indelicate he is in turn. It's not a good combination, and it would be wise for Nero to play a bit of interference if Vergil is not up for it today.]
Oh yeah, that's fair.
[Nero has a seat on the couch beside him, careful not to upset the books.]
She's not gonna forcefeed you or do a bedside vigil or anything. She'll just want to help if she can. Though nowhere near as determined as me.
[A wry, knowing smile. Kyrie will be wary and cautious about being naggy or pushy with Vergil. Nero, on the other hand....]
You can just say "no thank you." She'll understand. If you're content, she can breathe easy.
[Nero has a seat on the couch beside him, careful not to upset the books.]
She's not gonna forcefeed you or do a bedside vigil or anything. She'll just want to help if she can. Though nowhere near as determined as me.
[A wry, knowing smile. Kyrie will be wary and cautious about being naggy or pushy with Vergil. Nero, on the other hand....]
You can just say "no thank you." She'll understand. If you're content, she can breathe easy.
...She is a kind person.
[Yes, he knows he's inviting in all of Nero's preaching about the virtues of his girlfriend by saying as much. Even a compliment as small as that can inspire several minutes effortlessly. But it is a statement of fact that Kyrie is kind, too. How else should someone whose immediate thought was to repay him even before she'd even begun to properly warm up because described?]
Although I believe you underestimate her persistence.
[It's true that Kyrie would not likely do well with Vergil's more foul moods. Any sort of irritability from him, a forceful or unkind word, and she's likely to not just fold, she will outright crumble. But there was no amount of telling her that it was unnecessary to repay him meant she was going to let what he did for her in Wintermute and bringing her home to Nero go unanswered. Were she not so determined in her own right, Kyrie likely would not have lasted as Nero's girlfriend for long. How could she with as stubborn as he is?]
That said, if either of you attempt a bedside vigil at any point, child, you will find yourself to be the one in need of it.
[It is largely a hollow threat in that Vergil would not actually follow through on it. But the point of avoiding a big production about this mystery illness remains a true one nonetheless. Making Vergil tea and soup, and being willing to exchange his books at the library are enough and already more than he's accustomed to or finding comfortable to tolerate. He takes another sip of his tea before setting it aside to resume sorting his library books. He's a little over halfway at this point, so he may as well concentrate efforts on finishing.]
[Yes, he knows he's inviting in all of Nero's preaching about the virtues of his girlfriend by saying as much. Even a compliment as small as that can inspire several minutes effortlessly. But it is a statement of fact that Kyrie is kind, too. How else should someone whose immediate thought was to repay him even before she'd even begun to properly warm up because described?]
Although I believe you underestimate her persistence.
[It's true that Kyrie would not likely do well with Vergil's more foul moods. Any sort of irritability from him, a forceful or unkind word, and she's likely to not just fold, she will outright crumble. But there was no amount of telling her that it was unnecessary to repay him meant she was going to let what he did for her in Wintermute and bringing her home to Nero go unanswered. Were she not so determined in her own right, Kyrie likely would not have lasted as Nero's girlfriend for long. How could she with as stubborn as he is?]
That said, if either of you attempt a bedside vigil at any point, child, you will find yourself to be the one in need of it.
[It is largely a hollow threat in that Vergil would not actually follow through on it. But the point of avoiding a big production about this mystery illness remains a true one nonetheless. Making Vergil tea and soup, and being willing to exchange his books at the library are enough and already more than he's accustomed to or finding comfortable to tolerate. He takes another sip of his tea before setting it aside to resume sorting his library books. He's a little over halfway at this point, so he may as well concentrate efforts on finishing.]
Yeah, she is.
[Vergil is spared from further gushing by that simple statement, for once. Nero could go on and on about how Kyrie once saw he was working in the training yard with a cold, and insistently shuffled him off to his dorm to rest, where she brought him fresh fruit and tea and a stack of comic books he had no idea she owned or where she acquired them. Once he was out of the orphanage she was the only one who ever showed her concern for his personal well being-- apart from Credo, who that same day had given him a side-eye and said "you should stop for the day and go rest," then continued on down the line. That was the way he did concern.
Uh. Anyway.
He laughs at the threat, picturing the mental image of a vexed, frustrated Vergil trying to strangle Nero through his vertigo and coughing fits.]
Okay. But if you start zoning out and quoting Keats, I'm gonna do what I gotta do. Deal?
[Vergil is spared from further gushing by that simple statement, for once. Nero could go on and on about how Kyrie once saw he was working in the training yard with a cold, and insistently shuffled him off to his dorm to rest, where she brought him fresh fruit and tea and a stack of comic books he had no idea she owned or where she acquired them. Once he was out of the orphanage she was the only one who ever showed her concern for his personal well being-- apart from Credo, who that same day had given him a side-eye and said "you should stop for the day and go rest," then continued on down the line. That was the way he did concern.
Uh. Anyway.
He laughs at the threat, picturing the mental image of a vexed, frustrated Vergil trying to strangle Nero through his vertigo and coughing fits.]
Okay. But if you start zoning out and quoting Keats, I'm gonna do what I gotta do. Deal?
[Vergil pauses a moment in his sorting and raises a slight eyebrow albeit not out of confusion or skepticism. If anything, he's...impressed by Nero's reference. The boy has been quite open about how often the poems Vergil favors tend to fly over his head, and he doesn't always understand the appeal of them. But it would appear something has sunk in enough for him to make a reference like that.]
If I am dissociating and quoting Keats, the matter has truly turned dire and I doubt I will be capable of any sort of protest at that point even if I do still possess enough awareness to object, [he says with a slight shake of his head as he places the next book in his lap on the keep pile. He's already read it once, but if he's to be cooped up for any length of time, he may not mind reading it again. He then offers his more explicit, playful agreement in Nero's preferred vernacular.] Deal. Whatever you feel is necessary, you may do.
If I am dissociating and quoting Keats, the matter has truly turned dire and I doubt I will be capable of any sort of protest at that point even if I do still possess enough awareness to object, [he says with a slight shake of his head as he places the next book in his lap on the keep pile. He's already read it once, but if he's to be cooped up for any length of time, he may not mind reading it again. He then offers his more explicit, playful agreement in Nero's preferred vernacular.] Deal. Whatever you feel is necessary, you may do.
[Check it out! A Poetry Thing stuck in Nero's brain! (He recalls the bookstore clerk gushing about the tragedy of John Keats while Nero uncomfortably shuffled with his hands in his pockets, trying to subtly encourage him to just ring up the book.)
Also: "dissociating" = "zoning out." Noted.
Chuckling at his father's slangy agreement, he puts out a hand for a fistbump. This... may or may not end with him sheepishly recovering the hand a few seconds later.]
How many books can you read in a day, anyway?
Also: "dissociating" = "zoning out." Noted.
Chuckling at his father's slangy agreement, he puts out a hand for a fistbump. This... may or may not end with him sheepishly recovering the hand a few seconds later.]
How many books can you read in a day, anyway?
[Vergil does not notice the offered hand at first, focused more on his books when Nero first extends it. But he happens to glance up, and oh. What is he supposed to do with that again? His brow furrows a little as he tries to recall the fuss Dante made about it. He recalls more of Dante's whining about leaving him "hanging" at first, but then he thinks he vaguely recalls what he is supposed to do.]
[Vergil very lightly bumps his knuckles against Nero's before resuming his task. Hopefully, he got it right and did not just make a fool of himself. Vergil is quick to return to his books, his complexion perhaps a touch pinker for it.]
It depends on their length and how long I can go without some form of interruption, [he says to Nero's question, giving him a brief look that indicates yes, Nero is one such interruption.] But I would say three would be the lower end, five on the upper end.
[So, he averages three to four.]
[Vergil very lightly bumps his knuckles against Nero's before resuming his task. Hopefully, he got it right and did not just make a fool of himself. Vergil is quick to return to his books, his complexion perhaps a touch pinker for it.]
It depends on their length and how long I can go without some form of interruption, [he says to Nero's question, giving him a brief look that indicates yes, Nero is one such interruption.] But I would say three would be the lower end, five on the upper end.
[So, he averages three to four.]
( Boy oh boy, what a day!
He'd been out and about a little because why wouldn't he be?? But he'd been out to grab some snacks and the likes from the place he usually wanders off to when he's bored or, you know, needing to stock up on things, but. The trip had taken him a lot longer than it usually does given how off he feels. Physically more than emotionally, but. Hey. This is sure to tank his mood if this keeps up, so. Who's to say with the emotionally part just yet.
On his way "home", he's had to stop a few times to catch his breath — bend over some and just squeeze his eyes shut as a means to try and get his head to stop spinning. Heh. Maybe he should have checked if his usual spot had painkillers or something back there, but. When the Hell's he ever need those before? Is his demon blood sleeping on him right now or something? Rude if so. Or is this him getting old? Also rude because Vergil's the old man between them even when they were kids.
Either way, by the time he gets back, his head is spinning, his face is a little on the paler side, and he feels way hotter than he usually does because, obviously he's a stud. Ba dum tsh. Dragging his feet across the way, he coughs into his arm and blinks his eyes a few times as he goes and drops his bags onto whatever surface he'd managed to bump into first. )
Hey. Anyone see a hammer around here?
( So he can smash it over his head in an attempt to stop this headache. )
He'd been out and about a little because why wouldn't he be?? But he'd been out to grab some snacks and the likes from the place he usually wanders off to when he's bored or, you know, needing to stock up on things, but. The trip had taken him a lot longer than it usually does given how off he feels. Physically more than emotionally, but. Hey. This is sure to tank his mood if this keeps up, so. Who's to say with the emotionally part just yet.
On his way "home", he's had to stop a few times to catch his breath — bend over some and just squeeze his eyes shut as a means to try and get his head to stop spinning. Heh. Maybe he should have checked if his usual spot had painkillers or something back there, but. When the Hell's he ever need those before? Is his demon blood sleeping on him right now or something? Rude if so. Or is this him getting old? Also rude because Vergil's the old man between them even when they were kids.
Either way, by the time he gets back, his head is spinning, his face is a little on the paler side, and he feels way hotter than he usually does because, obviously he's a stud. Ba dum tsh. Dragging his feet across the way, he coughs into his arm and blinks his eyes a few times as he goes and drops his bags onto whatever surface he'd managed to bump into first. )
Hey. Anyone see a hammer around here?
( So he can smash it over his head in an attempt to stop this headache. )
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[Okay! Cool! A fistbump! Even if it leaves both of them looking pink and awkward afterwards. It still happened!
Nero's eyes widen substantially at the answer. Which does explain these absolutely ridiculous piles of library books.]
Three in a day? Fucking hell, you read fast. I haven't read three books since I got here.
Nero's eyes widen substantially at the answer. Which does explain these absolutely ridiculous piles of library books.]
Three in a day? Fucking hell, you read fast. I haven't read three books since I got here.
[At this point, he's finally gotten Vergil to chill the fuck out and take a rest. It involved a truly staggering pile of books being brought to the library, and a lot of arguing, and more than a few threats, but he did it. Now that Vergil's taking a load off in his room, Nero's free to clean up the house a little and maybe get a head start on dinner before Kyrie slides in and takes it upon herself to finish.
Then Dante arrives home. Nero's at the sink, washing dishes, but he turns around at strange greeting. He ought to be accustomed to those by now.]
What, you got your hand stuck in something again? [If the shoe fits, Unky...]
Then Dante arrives home. Nero's at the sink, washing dishes, but he turns around at strange greeting. He ought to be accustomed to those by now.]
What, you got your hand stuck in something again? [If the shoe fits, Unky...]
( Oh. Nero's here. How about that.
The accusation would ordinarily get a scoff from the youngest son of Sparda, but. As it stands, he gives more of a cough followed by a huff as he raises both his hands up. )
My hands are both free and clean.
( Arms dropping down to his sides, he goes about rummaging through the bags he'd dropped down, rubbing at his brow with the back of a gloved hand as he does. )
Ugh, don't tell me I forgot the sauce dammit.
( If he has to haul his ass back out there... )
The accusation would ordinarily get a scoff from the youngest son of Sparda, but. As it stands, he gives more of a cough followed by a huff as he raises both his hands up. )
My hands are both free and clean.
( Arms dropping down to his sides, he goes about rummaging through the bags he'd dropped down, rubbing at his brow with the back of a gloved hand as he does. )
Ugh, don't tell me I forgot the sauce dammit.
( If he has to haul his ass back out there... )
None of yer business, kiddo.
( It's for his special lasagna he makes for Vergil and, from the looks of it, yes. He forgot it. Heavy sigh and eyes falling shut, he pinches the bridge of his nose and tries to will away the pounding happening across his head.
Couple seconds later, he forces himself to straighten up and coughs a little before he's slowly pulling away from the table, dragging his feet as he goes. )
I'll be back. Gotta get the damn sauce.
( It's for his special lasagna he makes for Vergil and, from the looks of it, yes. He forgot it. Heavy sigh and eyes falling shut, he pinches the bridge of his nose and tries to will away the pounding happening across his head.
Couple seconds later, he forces himself to straighten up and coughs a little before he's slowly pulling away from the table, dragging his feet as he goes. )
I'll be back. Gotta get the damn sauce.
[He blinks a little at Nero's reaction, the color in his complexion not abating immediately.]
Yes, well. [Vergil clears his throat a little and looks back at the books he's sorting.] I enjoy reading...
[He does not have much by way of hobbies otherwise. There is only ever so much to do with gardening and without necessarily a direction given towards cooking, he's a bit more...listless with that. So, reading it is. As it always has been. As he told Nero, he had a bookshelf like the one in his room now as a child, but the difference that it was actually full of his own books. He'd read so many of them cover to cover several times.]
Yes, well. [Vergil clears his throat a little and looks back at the books he's sorting.] I enjoy reading...
[He does not have much by way of hobbies otherwise. There is only ever so much to do with gardening and without necessarily a direction given towards cooking, he's a bit more...listless with that. So, reading it is. As it always has been. As he told Nero, he had a bookshelf like the one in his room now as a child, but the difference that it was actually full of his own books. He'd read so many of them cover to cover several times.]
( At that, he's slow to turn on his heel to face the kid. Don't wanna do it too quick and make himself feel like he wants to puke or something. )
Me? The greatest and coolest son of Sparda? I should be offended you even asked that.
( To which he gives him a wave and starts for the door again... only to have to clutch at the wall for a second or two because hoo boy, is the room starting to spin or something? )
I'm the perfect picture of health.
Me? The greatest and coolest son of Sparda? I should be offended you even asked that.
( To which he gives him a wave and starts for the door again... only to have to clutch at the wall for a second or two because hoo boy, is the room starting to spin or something? )
I'm the perfect picture of health.
I know. It's just impressive. You're really smart.
[It's good there's a library close by that can feed that voracious habit of his. Just makes Nero wish he was a little better at it himself. Though he fully intends to sit down and push through that book Vergil picked out for him, come hell or high water. Maybe even when he gets back from dropping the books off.
It, uh... is not going to be a one-sitting thing for him, most likely.]
[It's good there's a library close by that can feed that voracious habit of his. Just makes Nero wish he was a little better at it himself. Though he fully intends to sit down and push through that book Vergil picked out for him, come hell or high water. Maybe even when he gets back from dropping the books off.
It, uh... is not going to be a one-sitting thing for him, most likely.]
[Oh for fuck's sake. There's two of them.]
Yeah, well, be offended if you want, 'cuz the other son of Sparda is currently laid up in his room because he was coughing and dizzy and puking earlier. I think there's something going around.
[Vergil claimed that the half-and-half twins don't GET sick, but clearly that's not the case.]
Why don't you take it easy and I can go get your sauce?
Yeah, well, be offended if you want, 'cuz the other son of Sparda is currently laid up in his room because he was coughing and dizzy and puking earlier. I think there's something going around.
[Vergil claimed that the half-and-half twins don't GET sick, but clearly that's not the case.]
Why don't you take it easy and I can go get your sauce?
( Take it easy? Kids these days!
He waves Nero off — throws a smile back to the kid over his shoulder as he straightens himself up, then lets out a breath as he shakes a finger in the direction of the door. )
Look. Just because it slipped my mind, doesn't mean you got to go and save the day for your old uncle here. Besides. I could use the fresh air. Smells like a library in here.
( He's making his way for the door with those boots of his dragging against the floor and then he's... falling down to the floor. Well. Sliding down towards it since he's trying to hold to the wall for balance. Doesn't quite work, who would have thought, so. Down he goes. With a big heavy thump. )
He waves Nero off — throws a smile back to the kid over his shoulder as he straightens himself up, then lets out a breath as he shakes a finger in the direction of the door. )
Look. Just because it slipped my mind, doesn't mean you got to go and save the day for your old uncle here. Besides. I could use the fresh air. Smells like a library in here.
( He's making his way for the door with those boots of his dragging against the floor and then he's... falling down to the floor. Well. Sliding down towards it since he's trying to hold to the wall for balance. Doesn't quite work, who would have thought, so. Down he goes. With a big heavy thump. )
First off, I don't got to do anything I don't want to do. And second-
[This is right about when Dante goes down like a sack of bricks. Nero just stands there a moment, staring. Then he walks over to stand beside his uncle and offer him a hand up. When he's coherent enough to take it.]
You want some help, there?
[This is right about when Dante goes down like a sack of bricks. Nero just stands there a moment, staring. Then he walks over to stand beside his uncle and offer him a hand up. When he's coherent enough to take it.]
You want some help, there?
( The floor feels so nice and cool with his cheek pressed to it, strands of gray-white having fallen in front of his face. He can't remember the last time something got him so bad like this... has it really been that long? How'd he get over it the last time? Hell if he remembers. He wishes he did.
Eyes squeezing shut to try and combat the spinning of his head, he doesn't bother to move. Just lays there on the floor. The nice cool and not moving floor. )
Nope. Just gonna stay here if that's ok with you.
Eyes squeezing shut to try and combat the spinning of his head, he doesn't bother to move. Just lays there on the floor. The nice cool and not moving floor. )
Nope. Just gonna stay here if that's ok with you.
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