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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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[ 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.]

[ low blow!! ]

Oh, come on! I was just having a little fun! [ even if he's being dramatic, she's... definitely falling for it. go figure. ] Besides, if I promise I won't let you fall next time then you won't have anything to worry about!

[Just this look.

This is how much faith he has in that statement.]

[ this is coming from the guy who ~~lied to the party constantly~~ ~~shot leia that one time~~ has made a lot of questionable life choices. so, she gives that look right back at him. ]

What? You don't trust me anymore?

[Sssssh.]

When it comes to skating and not admitting fault for your actions? Maybe.

[Is this seriously going to be their first "argument"? About an ice skating incident that happened before they even dated?]

[ well, they only fight about the things that matter, so— ]

That's totally unfair! I admit when I do stuff wrong all the time! [ except she... doesn't, actually. she opens her mouth to keep going, but instead of talking, she ends up sneezing— though, like before, she's at least fast (and polite) enough to cover her mouth and nose. then: ]

Don't hold one little accident against me, okay?

You just denied responsibility, how is that "admitting all the time"? [He is surprisingly getting more into this little "spat" than he really intended.

But she sneezes, and that's enough of a small interrupting to make him sigh.]

Anyway, I don't hold it against you or anything. [He totally is. Whether he realizes it or not.] I'm just saying—and how did we even get to this?

I dunno! [ she lost her train of thought (and the argument, probably) when she sneezed. ] We were talking about you faking sick, and... I dunno. I guess it just kind of happened!

[ she shrugs as best as she can, given their position. then: ]

But nevermind that! That was our first fight, huh?

[ now they really are like a Real Couple™. ]

Would you really count this as a "fight"?

[He's pretty sure that if they want to count a fight, the ones during his stupid period would be more of a perfect fit.]

[ those don't count because they weren't together, okay. ]

Well... yeah! I mean, I probably would've gotten pretty fired up if we kept going! And we definitely weren't agreeing, so it was a fight!

So if this is a fight, what are you going to call whenever really do go at each other's throats?

A really bad fight! [ duh. ] But I don't think that'll happen. There's no way you'd get that mad at me, right?

[ and she's too forgiving for her own good, all things considered, so unless he really screws up, he's probably safe... for the most part, at least. ]

[So creative.]

I'd hope not, but I wouldn't be surprised if it went the other way around.

[As in, her getting that mad at him. He's kind of kidding, but, well. He hasn't set very good precedents, that's for sure.]

I dunno... I might get kind of ticked off if you ate something I was saving for a special occasion or if you told me an outfit made me look fat or something, but I can't think of anything that would seriously make me mad.

[ of course, she's also assuming that he learned his lesson after all of the trouble they went through to even start their relationship. ]

I guess if you hid something big from me I'd probably wanna yell at you, though.