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[ it's a few days after their trip to the hot springs, and leia has come down with a cold— it's nothing serious, just sniffling and sneezing, the occasional headache, and a slightly-higher-than-normal temperature— but considering all of the good things that the trip brought, it's a small price to pay. resolving the problems she had with alvin and taking the first (admittedly really big) step toward having a relationship together was probably worth a few days of feeling less than stellar.

especially since she can bug him without feeling too terribly guilty, since she's not just his friend anymore. that's still a really novel idea, given that this is her first real relationship, and she... may or may not have been taking advantage of that by talking to him a little more than usual. it's nothing too ridiculous— since she's sick and she can't drop by his place and bother him in-person, she's just been sending more texts and calls than usual his way— but still. considering how bad things had been between them before the trip, being able to talk to him freely feels pretty nice.

it's also something she does when she's starting to feel a little stir crazy from being cooped up inside. it's only day two of her cold, but calling into work sick and not having anything to do gets old fast for someone like her; she's quick to get restless. she's already jotted down some ideas for her next big article and talked to all of their friends about her new relationship (elize and elle wanted details, specifically). she's watched all of the shows she's behind on, done some light cleaning— which was probably a mistake, since it leaves her feeling worse than before— and now she's lounging around in bed, wrapped up in blankets and surrounded by a small army of pillows and stuffed animals.

so, naturally, she texts alvin. she'd call him, but it's closer to the middle of the day than the evening, and she's not sure if he's busy with work, so... it's probably better to play it safe. ]

hey!!! ☆ﾐ(o*･ω･)ﾉ im still sick and i could use a little company |･ω･｀) its getting pretty lonely around here! (シ_ _)シ feel like dropping by?? ♡(*´∀｀*)人(*´∀｀*)♡

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[There's a slight look of surprise as he first glances at her and then at her fingers.]

It'll be hard. ...But I think I can manage. [And his lips may be slightly moving to lightly brush against her fingertips for a bit of a sensual (and a little bit of teasing) kiss.]

[ that gets another smile from her, and she (slowly, because she doesn't quite mind the feeling of his lips on her fingers) moves her hand. ]

All right! I have faith in you. [ and her smile softens a little as she lays her hand against his chest, giving it a light pat. ] It'd suck if you got sick because of me, anyway. You'd have to take time off work, and I'd have to take care of you, and we wouldn't be able to go out or anything.

[ that's extra incentive. ]

[There's a light grin in return as he resettles, enjoying the feeling of her against his chest like this.]

You know, not all of that sounded bad.

[Alvin, don't play hooky from your job. Fortunately he's apparently too professional for that.]

What, you mean the part where I'd end up having to play nurse for you?

[ of course, she realizes that he was probably talking about being able to skip out on work, but she's comfortable and the atmosphere is good, so cracking a few jokes couldn't hurt. ]

Exactly. After having to take care of you the past few times, I think I deserve a turn.

[Although, she had taken care of him once before. ...It had just been a rather awkward time back then, too.]

[ she would have taken care of him when he hit his head on their date, but he just had to be stubborn about it... ]

Well, don't think I'm gonna give you my germs just so you can have a turn. [ there's that happy tone in her voice again, but her face is getting close to being buried against his chest at this point, so he might not be able to see her smile. ] And if you call me up in a couple days with a cold, I'll just drop off some of that medicine you gave me and call it a day.

Aw, come on. No "tender loving care" treatment? Not even delivering it in a nurse outfit?

If you went and got yourself sick on purpose, then I dunno if you'd qualify for that treatment. [ though, that's not entirely true. she would probably try hard to take care of him, regardless of the situation, if he really was sick. ] Besides, I don't even have a nurse's outfit, unless you want me to squeeze into some of my old clothes.

...That's not exactly a bad image, you know.

[Girl in a too tight clothing? Never bad. Never.]

[ should she be horrified or impressed by his ability to turn everything into something dirty, though, is the real question. ]

Then consider it off the table! [ since the point is to discourage him from getting sick. ] Maybe I'll do what you said you'd do, and make Jude take care of you instead.

[Probably both.]

What? No way!

[WELL THAT'S ONE WAY OF DISCOURAGING HIM.]

C'mon, it wouldn't be so bad! Jude used to be a doctor. That's, like, ten times better than a nurse.

[ and if she wasn't smiling before, she definitely is now. getting a reaction like that out of him is unfamiliar, but now that their positions are reversed (for once), she can see why he teases everyone so much— it's fun. ]

Plus, he's not that bad looking. Maybe I could nab a nurse's outfit for him.

[ there's no question about whether or not she would actually be able to pull that off, either, let's be real. she could definitely force jude into a dress if she tried really hard. ... probably. ]

[This was not part of the deal! Only he was supposed to get the best of her, not the other way around! Such bitter medicine he must take...]

Oh please spirits no. [He's groaning now. What did he do to deserve this.]

Okay, I get it! I won't pretend being sick! [Mutter grumble.] Man, just take the fun out it why don't you. [Mutter grumble mutter.

But he's not really that upset and he just hugs her close as he kind of pouts. Half mocking, half serious.]

[ that gets a little laugh out of her, and she pats at his chest lightly again. ]

Aw, don't be a baby about it. You know I'm just messing around! [ even if it is sort of endearing to see him get all pouty on her... and even if part of her is pretty sure that he's just messing around, too. ] If you really did get sick, I'd stop by your place in a heartbeat, no strings or Judes attached. [ and she laughs, this time at her own corny joke, before continuing: ] I'd probably skip out on the weird costumes, but I'd make sure you got better either way.

I dunno, I know how you are.

[He can easily imagine her actually going through with it, and both he and Jude would suffer for it.]

But the idea of having my own personal on-call nurse is a nice thought.

Oh yeah? [ now that's a surprise. sort of. ] I thought you didn't like being doted on!

[ their date. she's still holding it against him. ]

What, I like being pampered. [It was just a small bump! And it was before thy were dating and it was making things awkward.] But only to a degree. I still have my pride, you know.

So, what you're saying is that you wanna be taken care of, but only a little [ here she pulls back just enough to look up at him and give him a flat look ] because it'll hurt your ego if I do too much for you?

Okay, maybe I should rephrase that. If it's something like a major injury or an illness, then you can fuss at me all you want. But if it's just a small scrape or a bump to the head—[Yes, he's thinking about the not!date.]—then maybe hold off a little.

[ yeah, she got that loud and clear, even if he didn't actually bring up that situation specifically. ]

It wasn't just a bump on the head! [ wait. ] I mean, it was, but it could've been something more serious, for all I knew.

[ old married couple bickering mode: activate. ]

What, you think me hitting my head against ice would have caused a concussion or something? And whose fault do you think it was, anyway?

I dunno! It's possible, right? If you hit your head hard enough against anything it can really mess you up.

[ now she's going to pout a little, because. wow. does he really have to blame her for that? ]

And it wasn't my fault! You fell on your own!

You were the one who spun me around!

[Yep.]

Well, yeah... But if you knew how to skate, you wouldn't have fallen even if I spun you!

[ her logic is the most sound. ]

What kind of argument is that? Besides you knew I didn't know how to and I was there trusting that you wouldn't let me down, and now I might not ever want to skate again.

[Is he being deliberately dramatic? Yes. Yes he is. But he makes it sound like he actually means with all the grump in his voice.]