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 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.