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

[hasitsthorns]

Rosie

WHO ○ Rosie & you!

WHAT ○ A catch-all log for happenings outside of main events.

WHERE ○ All around Town and then some

WHEN ○ End of 2024/Beginning of 2025

WARNINGS ○ Body horror, self-harm, mentions of suicidal ideation from past events

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[hasitsthorns]

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."

[firsteditionbfs]

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."

[hasitsthorns]

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."

[firsteditionbfs]

"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?"

[hasitsthorns]

"... 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."

wrapping around now?

[firsteditionbfs]

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?"

wrapped!!

[hasitsthorns]

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.