childrenofbahamutlogs | A joy hard learned in winter was the warming of the bed { catch-all log }

"Is it really a B&E if I'm glad you are here?" she asks. Technically, yes. She would say he's welcome to break-in anytime though, which- Maybe not phrased quite that way. For as much as Angeal knows she enjoyed a bit of 'romantic' stalking, it's probably best not to outwardly encourage it.

"Which is to say: thanks. Like, yeah, I could go it alone but- Always nice to not have to." Even she can recognize that despite the ways she might fight against it.

"I mean, technically," Angeal says, always one to try and help his friend try to have at least a little more standards. He's not asking for a miracle, but just a little. One bit of sand onto another until maybe he can give her a private beach of common sense. "But we'll chalk this occasion up to a medical emergency."

Gently, fondly, he reaches down to brush some hair away from her face. Just to make sure she's at least a little comfortable.

"Hey, when the weather lets up, we should go to that other town, on the coast. It's not like my hometown, but I know a little thing about beaches and water. We can have some fun out there. Really see the sights. I bet you I could find all the place the locals really like that they don't tell outsiders about." He has a sixth sense for this.

"Sounds good to me," she decides to concede. They can address her issue of being comfortable with men breaking into her house if she thinks she wants them to another time then. The brush of her hair does draw her attention enough that she gazes sidelong at Angeal and smiles as much as she's able to. It's not quite up to her usual standard but she is trying.

"So does going to the coast. There's fun to the sea when it's cold like this, sure, but I am already looking forward to summer." Since by then, she might have a better grip on... all of this. She can only hope so. "You can handle the water though. Not really my thing." Here, she's still as afraid of drowning as she was in Amani's beginnings. With no Seteth to help her tackle that and associate the sea with good things, well- It'll just take a little bit again.

"Hey, it's fine. I said the beach, not the ocean, right? There's plenty to do even then." And, well... Maybe one day he can help her out with that fear of the water too. But that can be in the future. For the present, he just keeps working on cleaning up her back as best as he can, going through numerous pieces of cloth that help soak up all the poison instead of letting it bleed further into her system.

It's a long and arduous task. Especially since there's only so much he can do with limited amounts of cloth, even as he tries to wring out and clean what he's used before. Still, Angeal got where he has because - well, partially because of the human experimentation, but also because he is inherently a stubborn and patient individual.

So he works. And he helps try to adjust her position, so that it leaks a little more outside her body. And he starts heating up water, for the soup he's going to make her whether she likes it or not, once he's sure she's a little more stable.

Lots of work, before he leans back on his knees with a puff of air. "Alright, hourly check in. How do you feel now?"

"Everyone will probably expect me in a bikini," she sighs, faux dramatically. "Unfortunately, I'm far too fair. It'll be full coverage and a parasol for me." Okay, so- She might not go that extreme. She'll definitely be more covered than not though and not just because of self-consciousness. Granted, by that time she'll be entirely a dragon. Won't she? So, it might not even matter.

It does like she has a bit more spirit at least. So, at the next check in she does manage: "Okay. Not dying, anymore. Still sick to my stomach and, like, feeling gross but- Thanks." She's already thinking of how she can repay him, of course. What flowers might he like...? It isn't really much, but it's one of the only things she can do here.

"Just tired now. But I'm also scared to sleep, just in case." She doesn't sleep well to begin with, honestly, but she does need to now and again.

Honestly, they still have to have some talks about her and bikinis and all that... Apparently the chat at the party wasn't indepth enough, although Angeal was aware before now. Still, he doesn't push at it. He does have some mercy for the sick.

"Well, so long as you're making some progress, that's good... and if we're lucky, then your changes will hopefully be spurred on by all the poison and give you some resistance to it." Or else this is going to be a long and miserable time. "If you want... I could stay here with you for the night." With the snow being as it is, that may be for the better anyway. "I can let Gen and Seph know I'm over here so they don't worry."

She would appreciate it. Even if it is her attempt at trying to make light of things, the undercurrent of truth is still a bit too pronounced for it to be any kind of actually funny. Yet! Maybe someday, she can poke fun at things but- Right now, suffering on her own poison and shivering in the cold of her home? It's difficult, to say the least.

"Gods, I hope so," she sighs, stretching out a little now that she can without as much searing pain. At the mention of saying, she does glance outside and sees that- Oh, yeah, it's still coming down and hard.

"I don't wanna' keep you from your partners," she says, maybe assuming a little much but- Look, she and Genesis were similar in some ways and that included not being shy about the hot men they'd staked their claim on. She just didn't have any hot men of her own to do that with here. "But also, it might be dangerous to try and go that storm alone, so- If it's easier, then I can get things ready for you to. You can use my bed since I don't wanna' ooze poison all over it anyway."

There's a moment of just mildly judgmental silence.

"Rosie, you don't have to get things ready for me," he tells her gently. "You're sick. I can start cleaning up around this place and get things ready for myself. Maybe see what I can make for you to choke down."

Also, like, he'll be real - Rosie needs the clean-up help, bless her soul. He'd caught glimpses of her messiness (not just the personal kind) back in the sim, and she doesn't even have boyfriends here to keep shit together for her. Maybe she can have somewhere clean and nice for when she finally feels a bit better. Less things to worry about or dig around for.

"Beside... The guys will understand. There's always some stew or another heating up over the fire back home, so I know they won't starve, either. There's no reason I need to leave."

She does, in fact, need the clean-up help. Despite how surprisingly... okay her place here is, that's only because there isn't as much to clutter it with. Her curtains are pink and flowers painted on the window like her trademark was in Amani, but- With no one to help her here but herself? It was only a matter of time before it became bad.

Right now, the worst is some dishes in the sink leftover and a small spattering of clothes. Mild for her, really.

"I mean, yeah, but still! Just trying to be a good host or whatever since it's still my house."

"And you're still my friend." Angeal ruffles her hair just a bit before he starts to pick her up, careful as he tries to move her to somewhere that is just a little bit better and more comfortable. A change of pace from how she's had to be for this entire shitshow.

"So it doesn't matter much to me at all, alright?"

"... If you say so," she finally relents. Not about the being friends, but just that it doesn't really matter to him in the end even if she thinks it should. She gives a small sigh after she's picked up both of relief and just fatigue.

Thankfully, her couch here isn't horrible. It's just average. She wonders if it's a relief to people here, hearing from things in Amani, that there are no 'glitches' or changes to how things act. "I'll at least try to stay awake for as long as I can while you're here. Not fun to hang out with someone passed out, I know."

Hey, a couch is a couch, right? It's nice to just have something to lay on that isn't a bed... or, you know. The floor. So Angeal delicately lays her on it, minding just how her body rests against fabric, before gently patting her shoulder.

Always the people pleasing problem. "If you want, while I'm cleaning things up, you can tell me about plans for when the weather eases up. Get rid of all these damned cold storms. And I'll be right here, alright?"

The spikes might tear holes in the fabric of her couch if she tosses and turns too much, but that's a thankfully easy fix.

"Alright," she answers. And while she has every intention to talk about what she'll do once this snowy hellscape is done with, well- Perhaps a testament to actually trusting Angeal at his word, she ends up falling asleep finally only seemingly seconds after he moves away to do something else.

She'll be surprised to wake up in general later from an unexpected nap but also to her home being much cleaner than it has been in some time.

A joy hard learned in winter was the warming of the bed { catch-all log }

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