[ No, stop this, she doesn't need to worry about him!!! He's done it again...and, like, okay, they've talked about this, but — look, this is different! He can go to her for emotional support, but when he's sick like this?? That's a whole different kind of support.
Also, he's gross. She can't see him when he's gross like this! ]
um no!!! as it so happens i hate all food so don't even think about bringing me any!
[ um this most certainly is not different. besides, her own brother is sick and they share a room - if she is going to be sick, it will happen whether or not she throws soup in his face.
really though even without all of this reasoning she would still do it, because she does what she wants. ]
[ her answer doesn't come for awhile, presumably because she's gathering the soup and she doesn't do a great job of paying close attention to her texts even when she isn't otherwise engaged.. ]
then i suggest you find a pair of trousers. i am coming in.
[ she's calling his bluff anyway HE ISN'T NAKED!! but his doorknob is now slowly turning like in a horror film....... ]
[ Wow, he should take off his pants just to prove her wrong!!!
(...No, he shouldn't.)
But as soon as he receives that message and sees the handle turning, he immediately bolts upright in bed, scrubbing at his face and pulling a blanket up over his head so she can't see the sorry state of his hair. Actually, maybe he should pull it over his whole body —
Yeah, he's gonna do it. He flattens himself against the bed and pulls the blankets over himself in an attempt to blend in with the bed. She'll surely never find him here, in his bed...!
(The sad thing is he would probably try to do this even if he weren't deliriously sick.) ]
[ yeah he would definitely do this if he weren't sick, let's be real here..
anyway, she barges right on into his bedroom without any further preamble, closing the door behind her, and eyeing the flattened-prompto-shaped bump beneath the blankets. ah yes, she is so fooled, he must not be here after all. prompto who? ]
Hmm.. I suppose I shall have to eat this spicy soup myself..
[ she says aloud, to the empty room, while moving to seat herself at the edge of the super incredibly empty bed. there's much rustling of a paper bag.. ]
With this ice cold milk, and fresh, warm cookies. I suppose Prompto did not want them after all.
[ Let it never be said that Prompto Argentum has never had a girl in his bedroom before...
Even if he is currently pretending to not be in said bedroom. She thinks she can lure him out with the promise of delicious food, and she is...probably right. He is weak at the best of times, and now his defenses are particularly low thanks to the fact that his head feels like it's been stuffed with cotton.
But no!! He will not yield. At least — not intentionally. But no sooner has she mentioned warm cookies does his stomach grumble, betraying his so very not obvious at all position beneath the blankets.
[ alisaie is silent for some time. quite awhile, actually, perhaps even a worrying amount of time. she's just waiting for him to let his guard down juuuust enough to loosen his grip so she can snag the blanket and yank it right down and off of him!!
hopefully he isn't actually naked...................... ]
[ It's tempting, but no, he's not actually naked. In fact, he's rather bundled to ward off the chills, though no matter how many layers he heaps on, it doesn't seem to help. He shudders when Alisaie draws back the sheets, wincing as if this is a wholly unexpected turn of events.
...Actually, he might've dozed off a little under there... ]
[ why is he so stupid sometimes? most of the time. good thing he's got his cute face, who knows how else he would have survived to adulthood. not that she's saying his face is cute or anything!! especially not now, when he's all gross.
she doesn't seem to mind, though - pretty much everyone looks gross right now. alisaie herself has even looked better - she's not sick, but she's been working tirelessly, and sleeping.. well, sometimes, probably. carefully, she sets the bowl of steaming soup on the table beside him and lifts the lid, the fragrant scent of spices filling in the air. ]
[ Well, it's come to this, despite his best(?) efforts. For a moment, his eyes flutter closed against his throbbing head, but a moment later he drags himself upright, shivering and coughing as his body adjusts to the new angle. It seems like even the slightest movement sets off that tickle in his chest, and it's a moment before his head even stops spinning enough for him to focus on her again.
Gods.
His voice sounds rusty and worn, like it's been stretched too thin. ]
Couldn't keep you away, huh? You sure you're okay with ending up — [ cough ] — like this?
[ She should be sequestering herself!!! But still, he's reaching for the bowl. ]
[ ah he sure sounds like death, but alisaie at least has tact enough not to say it aloud. not yet, at least, and maybe not quite in those.. terms.. either way, she winces in sympathy. being ill is never any fun, and alisaie has ever been a terrible patient.
truth be told she's not a terribly good caretaker, either, but.. she tries.. given how she at least nudges the bowl forward for him to be able to take more easily. ]
I share quarters with my brother, I am not like to find myself any more at risk here with you than I am in my own room. Besides, I am not the sort to easily sit on my hands. You understand.
[ scion duties or no, alisaie can't sit still when there's work to be done, and given how... uh, energetic prompto is, she's sure he can level with that. ]
[ It's just as things had been back in El Minha, except this time, Prompto is too ill himself to really do much for the others. He still tries to when he can, but any time he gets to his feet his head feels like it's going to pop from the pressure. Not exactly the ideal situation to be helping out other sickies in.
...Not that that will stop him, but whatever, she can kick his ass when she catches him out of bed later.
Taking the bowl in his hands, he lifts it to his mouth — but before he sips from it, he gives Alisaie a thoughtful look. ]
...Thank you. You really didn't have to do this.
[ There are plenty of other people who need her help, and yet she's here, helping him. ]
[ her immediate answer to that is a hard, searing look cast to him over the bowl. she's very, very tired, which means of course that her usual thin patience is thinner than usual, her tongue's edge further sharpened (who knew it was possible). ]
No one has to do anything for anyone, but I chose to. You would do the same for me.
[ for anyone, really. it's frustrating even at the best of times that he cannot see that, that for all he is happy to help even strangers he gets all twisted up when it is offered back to him. it's even moreso, when she has less energy for tolerance.
nevertheless, she waves one hand dismissively. ]
Besides, fetching you a bowl of food was hardly backbreaking work. Eat.
[ His head snaps up, almost like he's been splashed with cold water, at the sharpness in her tone. ]
I-I —
[ But she doesn't want to hear it, does she? Well...okay. He'll stuff the words of gratitude for now and eat, before he gets himself into further trouble, somehow.
...How did he get into trouble again???
Never mind. He takes up the spoon and begins to eat. Enjoy the sultry sounds of a sick man slurping his soup, Alisaie! ]
[ he looks abashed, and she cannot help but feel sorry for it - though she still proclaims that she is right, nevertheless, it feels like shouting at a puppy. alisaie sighs and rubs her eyes with her knuckles, her expression settling. ]
Goodness, no. I've no real experience in the kitchen.
[ i mean she's probably better than he is, but not by much.. ]
The soup was already prepared, I only added a little spice.
Hardly. It takes little enough skill to dump some powder into a soup.
[ she says, through a light chuckle. and prompto loves it spicy, so it was hard to go wrong, even if it's too hot for the average person. ah, look at his nose running, he is truly the picture of beauty and grace in this moment.
speaking of which, she has the time now to sweep her gaze over him with a little more scrutiny. he looks gross and miserable, but still.. more or less in one piece. that's so many blankets, though.. !! ]
[ He alternates between sipping the soup and wiping his already-red nose with a tissue — well, at least he can breathe more than he's been able to for several days? — while she gives him a once-over, and he can't help but wish he was...a little more presentable. Not just for his vanity's sake, but because he hates to make her worry about him. She...shouldn't, but he knows that pointing out as much will be met with stern words, no matter how undeserving he may think himself of them.
After a long draft of soup, he answers her, his voice sounding a bit less rough around the edges. ]
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gooey?
like someone sneezed into my brain
uh
sorry if that was kind of gross but it's true!!!
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is there anything i can do to help?
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nah i'm okay
best thing you can do is just make sure you don't get sick yourself!
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do you like chicken soup?
[ it isn't a question anymore really.. ]
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Also, he's gross. She can't see him when he's gross like this! ]
um
no!!!
as it so happens i hate all food
so don't even think about bringing me any!
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really though even without all of this reasoning she would still do it, because she does what she wants. ]
i shant be long, try to keep comfortable.
[ she isn't even sort of listening.. ]
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don't do it!!
i'm
i'm NAKED
[ she should leave him to die tbh ]
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then i suggest you find a pair of trousers. i am coming in.
[ she's calling his bluff anyway HE ISN'T NAKED!! but his doorknob is now slowly turning like in a horror film....... ]
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(...No, he shouldn't.)
But as soon as he receives that message and sees the handle turning, he immediately bolts upright in bed, scrubbing at his face and pulling a blanket up over his head so she can't see the sorry state of his hair. Actually, maybe he should pull it over his whole body —
Yeah, he's gonna do it. He flattens himself against the bed and pulls the blankets over himself in an attempt to blend in with the bed. She'll surely never find him here, in his bed...!
(The sad thing is he would probably try to do this even if he weren't deliriously sick.) ]
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anyway, she barges right on into his bedroom without any further preamble, closing the door behind her, and eyeing the flattened-prompto-shaped bump beneath the blankets. ah yes, she is so fooled, he must not be here after all. prompto who? ]
Hmm.. I suppose I shall have to eat this spicy soup myself..
[ she says aloud, to the empty room, while moving to seat herself at the edge of the super incredibly empty bed. there's much rustling of a paper bag.. ]
With this ice cold milk, and fresh, warm cookies. I suppose Prompto did not want them after all.
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Even if he is currently pretending to not be in said bedroom. She thinks she can lure him out with the promise of delicious food, and she is...probably right. He is weak at the best of times, and now his defenses are particularly low thanks to the fact that his head feels like it's been stuffed with cotton.
But no!! He will not yield. At least — not intentionally. But no sooner has she mentioned warm cookies does his stomach grumble, betraying his so very not obvious at all position beneath the blankets.
Welp. ]
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Hmm..
[ alisaie is silent for some time. quite awhile, actually, perhaps even a worrying amount of time. she's just waiting for him to let his guard down juuuust enough to loosen his grip so she can snag the blanket and yank it right down and off of him!!
hopefully he isn't actually naked...................... ]
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...Actually, he might've dozed off a little under there... ]
Oh. F-fancy meetin' you here, Ali...
[ Don't look at him, he's so gross! ]
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You didn't really expect that to work?
[ why is he so stupid sometimes? most of the time. good thing he's got his cute face, who knows how else he would have survived to adulthood. not that she's saying his face is cute or anything!! especially not now, when he's all gross.
she doesn't seem to mind, though - pretty much everyone looks gross right now. alisaie herself has even looked better - she's not sick, but she's been working tirelessly, and sleeping.. well, sometimes, probably. carefully, she sets the bowl of steaming soup on the table beside him and lifts the lid, the fragrant scent of spices filling in the air. ]
Eat, you'll feel better.
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Gods.
His voice sounds rusty and worn, like it's been stretched too thin. ]
Couldn't keep you away, huh? You sure you're okay with ending up — [ cough ] — like this?
[ She should be sequestering herself!!! But still, he's reaching for the bowl. ]
Heh, or is this one of your scion duties?
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truth be told she's not a terribly good caretaker, either, but.. she tries.. given how she at least nudges the bowl forward for him to be able to take more easily. ]
I share quarters with my brother, I am not like to find myself any more at risk here with you than I am in my own room. Besides, I am not the sort to easily sit on my hands. You understand.
[ scion duties or no, alisaie can't sit still when there's work to be done, and given how... uh, energetic prompto is, she's sure he can level with that. ]
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[ It's just as things had been back in El Minha, except this time, Prompto is too ill himself to really do much for the others. He still tries to when he can, but any time he gets to his feet his head feels like it's going to pop from the pressure. Not exactly the ideal situation to be helping out other sickies in.
...Not that that will stop him, but whatever, she can kick his ass when she catches him out of bed later.
Taking the bowl in his hands, he lifts it to his mouth — but before he sips from it, he gives Alisaie a thoughtful look. ]
...Thank you. You really didn't have to do this.
[ There are plenty of other people who need her help, and yet she's here, helping him. ]
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No one has to do anything for anyone, but I chose to. You would do the same for me.
[ for anyone, really. it's frustrating even at the best of times that he cannot see that, that for all he is happy to help even strangers he gets all twisted up when it is offered back to him. it's even moreso, when she has less energy for tolerance.
nevertheless, she waves one hand dismissively. ]
Besides, fetching you a bowl of food was hardly backbreaking work. Eat.
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I-I —
[ But she doesn't want to hear it, does she? Well...okay. He'll stuff the words of gratitude for now and eat, before he gets himself into further trouble, somehow.
...How did he get into trouble again???
Never mind. He takes up the spoon and begins to eat. Enjoy the sultry sounds of a sick man slurping his soup, Alisaie! ]
...It's good. Did you make it?
[ He asks, sniffling. ]
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Goodness, no. I've no real experience in the kitchen.
[ i mean she's probably better than he is, but not by much.. ]
The soup was already prepared, I only added a little spice.
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That so? What kinda —
[ Hold that thought, because a big ol' sneeze is coming, and he needs all his focus to catch it before he sprays soup everywhere.
This is so attractive. ]
Urgh...a-anyway. What kinda spice?
[ The kind that makes people sneeze?? ]
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Um.. something to give it heat. Cumin? Some sort of pepper?
[ she knows he likes the spice!! and it clears the sinuses, too. ]
Is it all right?
[ she just kinda.. threw it in there.. ]
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Heh, yeah, it is. It's got juuust the right amount of kick.
[ And just enough to get his nose running... ]
You might be more of a chef than you realize!
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[ she says, through a light chuckle. and prompto loves it spicy, so it was hard to go wrong, even if it's too hot for the average person. ah, look at his nose running, he is truly the picture of beauty and grace in this moment.
speaking of which, she has the time now to sweep her gaze over him with a little more scrutiny. he looks gross and miserable, but still.. more or less in one piece. that's so many blankets, though.. !! ]
How are you feeling?
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After a long draft of soup, he answers her, his voice sounding a bit less rough around the edges. ]
H-had better days. Nothin'...too bad, though.
[ He says, pale and shivering. ]
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