[ Seeing her start to lie down, on her side like he asked, drew a small smile from his lips, head tipping aside, his bowlcut bangs sticking in place from the sweat glazing his forehead. As he sat there, contemplating getting up, wishing his muscles to move, Shiro meowed and used him as a stepping stone to climb up and walk across the window sill.
Watching as Nao pulled and gagged those stems out, making him swallow and chew what was left in his own mouth, not wanting to have to do the same and possibly throw up (he didn't have much of a gag reflex after all.) After he was done clearing his own throat, he pushed himself forward, crawling over to the bed, feeling up to the basin at the skin on his way and grabbing a sodden wet cloth. ]
You're origins are shutting down. The fever is heating you up to unnatural temperatures. You need to cool off before unrepeatable damage is done and you pass out, nao-chan... here, lemme help you... Please?
[ Though he asked, he had no intention of waiting for a response. Making it to the side of the bed, he knelt up and with one hand, brushed her bangs aside, squeezing some of the cool water from the flannel directly onto the forehead, smoothing it over her skin with his fingertips. ]
Don't jump... It's gonna be cold, but you need to cool down, sharpish.
[ With that said, Soshiro pressed the wet, cool cloth against her thigh, wiping across it like he was bathing her, slipping it between her legs then down under her knee, holding it there with a squeeze, trying to cool her pressure points fast. ]
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Watching as Nao pulled and gagged those stems out, making him swallow and chew what was left in his own mouth, not wanting to have to do the same and possibly throw up (he didn't have much of a gag reflex after all.) After he was done clearing his own throat, he pushed himself forward, crawling over to the bed, feeling up to the basin at the skin on his way and grabbing a sodden wet cloth. ]
You're origins are shutting down. The fever is heating you up to unnatural temperatures. You need to cool off before unrepeatable damage is done and you pass out, nao-chan... here, lemme help you... Please?
[ Though he asked, he had no intention of waiting for a response. Making it to the side of the bed, he knelt up and with one hand, brushed her bangs aside, squeezing some of the cool water from the flannel directly onto the forehead, smoothing it over her skin with his fingertips. ]
Don't jump... It's gonna be cold, but you need to cool down, sharpish.
[ With that said, Soshiro pressed the wet, cool cloth against her thigh, wiping across it like he was bathing her, slipping it between her legs then down under her knee, holding it there with a squeeze, trying to cool her pressure points fast. ]