[ Her silence over the joke says it all~ He knows you get it. He knows you either want to laugh and hate him for that OR you don't get it and he's annoyed you. Either way, he wins! ]
Attention to what? Yea, that's facts. I should stop scrolling your gram and get some work done huh?
[ You dangle the bait and he will bite, ma'am! ]
Wait but, hanakai disease isn't real Even if it was, doesn't it just affect ppl experiencing unrequited love?
LE GASP! ✿♥‿♥✿ Nao-chan! Is this your way of saying you luuuv me? And to think, we've not even been on 1 date yet! What would my father say?!
[ Oh, 'grams. She misses them so much. She misses social media. She misses the Internet! Why couldn't they have developed an internet analog here already? If what he typed was only half true, she could hack him properly and oh, the fun she would have with him! If these stupid phones were anything near proper at all even -- oh, what a cruel joke!
[ But she didn't miss that little bit of teeth. It's kinda cute, like those little fangs-like incisors she noticed he's got. Hard to miss those, but at least he knows what's what.
He's not being serious, of course. Just trolling and that's okay. She misses trolls. Gods, she misses them and the forums! Oh, the forums. ]
[ It's like someone hit her square in the chest with just the right amount of force to knock the air out of her. She should've known. She should've braced and been prepared to knock him right back, but something in her scrambles and slips and she can feel it. It's not a slightly warm, pink dusting pleasantly coloring her cheeks, but an unmistakable, flaring hot red that's nothing short of bright on her fair skin.
What the hell is going on?? The only part she should've known was where he was going with that. It was obvious. She might've even done the same, but the heat in her cheeks, brows raised, chest clenching part that makes her want to suddenly stand up and -- and what? What? No, that's a surprise, a surprise that sees her typing in caps before she wholly realizes that's what she's doing. ]
WHO SAID NETHING ABOUT TAT???? IDIOT! B SERIOUS!! I ONLY ASKED BC
[ Oh. She needs to backtrack, backspace quickly. She absolutely cannot send a message so clearly affected that -- oh. She sent it. ]
[ Oh, this was a critical misstep. What the hell even happened! It's a joke, clearly a joke. He's messing with her. She has absolutely no doubt, so what? And equally as importantly, how is she supposed to recover from that missent text? ]
[ Appears a few times on her screen after that capslock disaster. He's amused, really but he's also taking it seriously. Shitting himself that this is actually something real and deadly, not just some side effect of the potion he drank when he arrived. After all, he can turn into a Kitsune now, sprouting a few flowers doesn't seem as strange as it should have, all things considered. ]
Shesh, you almost broke your tailored tsun tsun image, giving me the caps treatment like that. No need to shout senpai! (⌐▀͡ ̯ʖ▀)
[ This really is serious huh? Man, and Hoshina doesn't even think his 'secret' is that relevant here. ]
Oh no. Do they know my secret? That I'm really a girl in a wig? That I'm 12 cats in a trench coat? That I have 2 left hands? That I invented the work fleek? That I've never been kissed? That my favourite movie is Twilight? That--
Sorry, coughing fit.
[ Hoshina stops typing for a moment to cough up a bunch of petals. ]
[ He just exasperates her a tiny bit and makes her want to shake the hell out of him a whole lot, that's all. Now that that's been established, she -- twelve cats in a trench coat? Oh, it's stupid to even consider that seriously! But she does love cats.
She shakes it off easily enough and continues reading, pausing at a certain question if only for a very, very brief moment. His last message is concerning. ]
[ He'd be so amused to know she was actually considering at least one of his fake lies to be the truth! She might have believed him had he said a fox in a coat but that seemed too obvious. ]
Where am I? Why? U gonna come bring me some broth? Pruning scissors might be better. I'm in bed you perv!
[ He snaps a pic and sends it to her. Just him laying in bed, covering his mouth, beady little eyes closed yet you can still see he's smiling... petals over the skin-tight black t-shirt he's wearing. ]
Dunno the name of the place. Some Dragonkin took me upstairs to bed when I passed out in the bar.
[ That depends whether he's referring to her consciousness or not because something has clicked and her soul is presently leaving her body at the sight of that pic. Thankfully, she manages to recover it, giving her head a violent shake and placing her phone down just long enough to give her cheeks a good slapslapSLAP.
Get it together, Mizushita!!
Of course, getting it together means assessing the situation properly and formulating a few plans of action before she takes action. Hoshina is a troll, a sly fox with a quick mind, and he's the most promising playmate she's had. While she's thought it in moments of exasperation, leaving him to die from the disease because death isn't permanent here has never been a real consideration, but the man is -- and she glances very briefly at her phone, pecking the keys to scroll down to the rest of the message so that the pic is at least a little out of the frame -- dangerous.
She likes it, that he's dangerous. It's good fun to tease the sheep, but sometimes, she craves a challenge. He isn't half-bad for that, not that she'll tell him, and there's... something else, something she shoves so violently to the back of her mind it almost sends her reeling.
Still, to be in close quarters with him like that in private, even with both of them sick... well, she doesn't exactly have a choice, does she? She could ask one of her friends to go in her place, but they wouldn't know what to ask, how to get to the heart of the matter. They'd be easily overwhelmed and there's a very good chance he wouldn't take them seriously and she'd wind up having to go, anyway.
Plenty of time to think on the way, she supposes. She caps a cough with a hand and swallows stubbornly.
Right. She needs coffee and she needs to move. She needs to get there and back before this worsens. He already passed out at least once that she knows of and he's... well, he's, uh, obviously in better shape than she is, so she should hurry. ]
dont worry about it
u need 2 focus on figuring out ur secret cause ur gonna tell it me
[ That and more. She's been wanting to learn more about him and she isn't about to pass up the opportunity. Two birds, one stone and all that.
She'll just have to be mindful of her health and the time. ]
ur coming over arn't u? can u just not? I'm fiiiiine really. dont worry.
[ He's actually a little terrified. He'd usually call up Okonogi by now, in a panic and have her talk some sense into him- but he doesn't have anyone... No friends as of yet, just a few people whos names he would recognize from talking to them on the Oracle. Nao is the closest thing to anything he has...
... And he wants to keep her close, become better friends and so on, so for her to come and see him when he's weak like this? It doesn't bode well. ]
Here. I'll be decent when u get here.
[ He drops the name of the Inn he's staying in, the Dragonkin looking after him, having convinced him it's best to be with someone when you're like this. ]
[ She'd been ready to tide him over with responses until she found him. He isn't the only one who has skill when it comes to Seeking. Stellari may not be her city, but it's a city and she's smart, resourceful, assertive when it comes to tracking people, things, answers down. She certainly wasn't asking for permission, not when its his life was at stake, but then he surprises her with the name of an inn and another rather important detail she'd have been sure to address herself before she got there.
Why the change of heart? She wonders, but thinks it's better not to question him now or perhaps at all about it. For some reason, she thinks he can trust his word this time. ]
thank u ill see u soon
[ No emoji this time. She's that serious about getting to him and she's on the move, stifling the occasional little cough along the way. ]
[ Soon isn't as soon as she would have liked, but it's still soon. Sometime after that last text, she finds the inn and is directed to the room he's staying in by the clerk at the front desk.
Under normal circumstances, she might've simply tested the door and walked in had it been unlocked and seemed safe enough. This time, she presses her door to the ear for a moment, listening, then draws herself back and knocks. ]
Hoshina-kun, you better be decent! You promised! [ She calls. ]
--Nyao~ You can come in, I'm purrfectly decent! Just having a wash!
[ He called out from inside the room, his voice sounding a little muffled on account of the mouthful of petals he just coughed up before she arrived.
When she does open the door, the first thing she will see is the bed he's taken over while he's sick. A body-shaped lump in it ( ps. it's just pillows and his jacket, but shhhh~ ) and a cat sitting on the pillow in a ring of flower petals and leaves. The cat, a black tabby with midnight blue eyes, currently licking its paw. The real Hoshina is propped up behind the door, having gotten up for a drink of water.
Is she really going to fall for this? If so, she should be expecting another 11 cats in here somewhere, right? ]
[ Nao's eyes slide from the cat to the door, a finger slowly, silently lifted to her lips for the benefit of the cat. What Hoshina likely doesn't realize is she's well within range to properly sense him now and she knew he was behind the door well ahead of opening it. In retrospect, she should have thrown it open, but with the way the building is made, it wouldn't have hit him, anyway.
That just leaves the present in which he's obviously feeling well enough to try to prank her like this. Oh, she's gonna get him. ]
Hoshina-kun!
[ She gasps and steps in hurriedly, leaving the door open as she approaches the cat on the bed. The gasp is very real as Nao has honed in on the cat's charm points. She doesn't know where he got the kitty from, but she's already determined he or she is coming back to the cottage with her when she leaves. ]
I didn't think you were serious about the twelve cats thing!
[ She kneels by the bed and leans forward so she can better observe the kitty as she continues her act except it isn't totally an act. She is, in fact, fawning over the cat.
So cute! ]
Shouldn't there be eleven more of you? I wonder where they could be.
[ She's going to pet the kitty because she deserves to pet the kitty. She's only become more deserving since she got there, but as she does, she's honing in on certain sights, scents. Should've put her air-filtering mask back on before she stepped in, but she's not sure how helpful it will be even when she does. She has to be quick to remove it when she coughs, after all. ]
You're not planning on playing a trick on me, are you? That'd be so mean!
[ Dabbing his forehead with the wet cloth he had in one hand, as he closed the door with the other, letting her know he was there. (Not knowing that she already clocked him the second she was in the building.)
Wobbling as he stepped forward, stumbling and catching himself by holding the post on the foot of the bed, doubling over, covering his mouth and spluttering out a handful of petals and a small splattering of blood as his laughter was clearly too much for his feeble lungs to handle right now. ]
Man, I was hoping you weren't that gullible, but no~
[ Tipping his head aside. He looked kinda shit, hair stuck to his face with sweat beads trickling down from his temples and a damp ring around the neck of his t-shirt. Eyes closed as they usually were, but there was a ring of black around them, bags that weren't there before. ]
[ One of her hands belongs to the kitty now, but the other is free to deck him. Being ambidextrous has its pros, after all! But she should have decked him before she got a look at him. Seeing him in such condition is enough that she gasps, retracts her hand from the cat, and pushes herself to stand. The scent of his blood filling the air catches in her nose and it almost, almost budges her appetite from beneath the suppressing weight of the coffee in her system. Just enough for her brain to register the particular scent of his blood as distinct, Good, d --
She stops it right there. Wills every thread of thought and feeling snapped and refocused, the others cast down. It happens in a blink and she's reaching to tug the mask out of her pocket and press it to her face. ]
Why didn't you call me?
[ It's the first thing out of her mouth, concern running hot simultaneously next to other unseemly thoughts. ]
C'mon. You need to sit down right now.
[ She's already stepping forward, ready to help him if he needs it -- and whether he likes it or not. ]
[ Yeah, they've only played one game together, sure, it was one hell of a game of cat and mouse but he's genuinely surprised by her concern for him. What a nice girl. Hoshina smiles then, as he thinks about how she actually showed up for him, regardless of how little they know each other. It's touching, it really is. ]
It's okay, I've had worse than this before.
[ Coughing, covering his mouth as his throat wheezes and chest ruckles a thick, wet sound. Knees going weak as he stumbles towards her as she steps forward, falling into her arm as he tries to keep his face away from her. Seeing the mask she pressed to her face and all. ]
You shouldn't. I don't want to infect you. You should keep your distance, I'm fine, just... just a little warm is all. Need to lay down...
[ He's in pain, coughing blood, knees so weak he can't stay upright on his feet, trying to keep his face away from hers because he no doubt saw her mask, and he's... concerned about her? It's jarring, the realization. Not only that, but his words. He didn't make a single attempt to command her and she's not sure how she feels about that. ]
Woah! Not on the floor, not on the floor!
[ She is sure she can figure it out later and takes a breath before lowering it so she can slip the arm holding it beneath his and sort of lift him up and onto the bed. She'd caught him when he fell into her, but it's mostly her moving his weight, so she's careful not to move them in such a way that he hits his head on the bedside table or the head board or anything else. The footing is a little tricky, but she manages not to fall on top of him.
Making light of things when he's dying... he's the one dying right now, so why's she feel so scared? ]
'M gonna need you to speak your truth before you can't speak, Hoshina-kun.
[ Her voice is too soft, her focus centered. She couldn't keep a smile on her face right now to save her life. ]
'S really rude to go and die when you've got a cute guest, y'know?
[ Groaning as he felt out for the bed, the cat stretching up and rubbing against his hand as he gently stroked it to make it move out of the way, not wanting to lay on it.
His body was hot. His surprisingly muscular arms and chest were damp with sweat and stained with pollen and crushed petals. Slumping down onto the bed, breathing laboured breaths as he covered his mouth and coughed out another handful of petals. ]
S-sure, sure, we can talk I just... I need to...
[ Tugging the hem of his shirt up, struggling to peel it up and over his head on his own. His ribs discoloured with pretty flower-shaped bruises, veins looking like vines just under the skin, moving and growing, strangling his lungs with each pained breath he took.
Maybe he was suffering so badly because the secret he kept had been in his family for generations? A secret that wouldn't hold any importance here, which is why Hoshina doesn't expect it to the the actual secret that's making him ill. ]
--Ha, you hear that, Shiro? Nao-chan thinks you're cute.
[ Talking to the cat as his cheeks flushed with colour. Was his fever getting worse or was he trying to deflect her comment so as not to feel embarrassed about it? ]
[ Later, when Nao is processing everything that's happening between them here today, she might realize it, that it's possible he was deflecting her comment because he was embarrassed. She doesn't miss that his cheeks have flushed. She caught it, looking between his face and the damage the disease has wrought throughout his body. It coincides with her comment and his addressing Shiro-chan.
Right now, she's worried for him and she's scared and her heart is too loud in her ears and she can't -- she can't do anything, can she? She can't -- she can.
She forgets sometimes that she drank the blue potion, that she can use that small magic as a pain reliever despite that she uses it often when the scar on her upper left arm hurts. It won't stop the roots, but it can help him feel even just slightly better, so she doesn't hesitate to place her hand atop his chest where she might otherwise have done just that and fallen off the bed. It takes the form you're used to, BB had said. What she's used to is directly channeling spiritual energy, manipulating and controlling it. It's what she does now, but instead of casting it like a blanket, she wills it to flow through him to ease the pain he's feeling. ]
You're stalling.
[ She feels a sudden pang in her upper left arm. She ignores it and stifles a small cough, stubbornly swallowing another petal. The taste of her own blood lingers, having clung in the back of her throat. ]
[ Laying on his back, like a wounded soldier, one arm lulling to hang off of the side of the bed, Shiro jumping down to paw and pad at it like a toy, his fingers wriggling to keep the cat entertained as Nao fusses over him.
He doesn't flinch when she touches him, but he does rest his hand upon hers, sliding it up higher on his chest, resting it over his heart where the beating is irregular. His hand is cold and clammy, even the blood staining his palm has cooled and congealed by now ( he'll apologize later for touching her with such a dirty hand. ) ]
I'm not stalling ... I just... I can't think of anything...
[ Opening his eyes just a little, to better look at her, the deep dark violets looking paler than they usually would, his cheeky mischievous glint missing from them for now. Shrugging as he tries to smile at her. ]
I dunno, a truth? A secret? ... I'm envious of my older brother, he's better at everything than me... He's a Capitan whereas I'm just a Vice Capitan?
[ He waits a moment, thinking perhaps that's it... Until he feels a bloom blossoming in the back of his throat. ]
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Attention to what?
Yea, that's facts. I should stop scrolling your gram and get some work done huh?
[ You dangle the bait and he will bite, ma'am! ]
Wait but, hanakai disease isn't real Even if it was, doesn't it just affect ppl experiencing unrequited love?
LE GASP! ✿♥‿♥✿
Nao-chan! Is this your way of saying you luuuv me? And to think, we've not even been on 1 date yet!
What would my father say?!
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And him nonethewiser that it hit Different. ]
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He's not being serious, of course. Just trolling and that's okay. She misses trolls. Gods, she misses them and the forums! Oh, the forums. ]
3/?
Eh? [ There's this hair-standing-on-end feeling and -- ]
4/?
What the hell is going on?? The only part she should've known was where he was going with that. It was obvious. She might've even done the same, but the heat in her cheeks, brows raised, chest clenching part that makes her want to suddenly stand up and -- and what? What? No, that's a surprise, a surprise that sees her typing in caps before she wholly realizes that's what she's doing. ]
WHO SAID NETHING ABOUT TAT????
IDIOT! B SERIOUS!!
I ONLY ASKED BC
[ Oh. She needs to backtrack, backspace quickly. She absolutely cannot send a message so clearly affected that -- oh. She sent it. ]
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No, no, no, no, no. No. Nonono. ]
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8/8
Don't give whatever that was another thought. ]
look this is srs
its real but its not regulr ol hanaki
and u can DIE from it so pay attention!!
instead of teh usual its cause u have sum secret ur keepin
speakin ur truth 2 sumbody is teh cure
so watr u hidin hoshina??
its clearly not ur terrible sense of humor
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[ Appears a few times on her screen after that capslock disaster. He's amused, really but he's also taking it seriously. Shitting himself that this is actually something real and deadly, not just some side effect of the potion he drank when he arrived. After all, he can turn into a Kitsune now, sprouting a few flowers doesn't seem as strange as it should have, all things considered. ]
Shesh, you almost broke your tailored tsun tsun image, giving me the caps treatment like that.
No need to shout senpai! (⌐▀͡ ̯ʖ▀)
[ This really is serious huh? Man, and Hoshina doesn't even think his 'secret' is that relevant here. ]
Oh no.
Do they know my secret?
That I'm really a girl in a wig?
That I'm 12 cats in a trench coat?
That I have 2 left hands?
That I invented the work fleek?
That I've never been kissed?
That my favourite movie is Twilight?
That--
Sorry, coughing fit.
[ Hoshina stops typing for a moment to cough up a bunch of petals. ]
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i am not a tsundere
[ He just exasperates her a tiny bit and makes her want to shake the hell out of him a whole lot, that's all. Now that that's been established, she -- twelve cats in a trench coat? Oh, it's stupid to even consider that seriously! But she does love cats.
She shakes it off easily enough and continues reading, pausing at a certain question if only for a very, very brief moment. His last message is concerning. ]
where r u
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Where am I?
Why?
U gonna come bring me some broth? Pruning scissors might be better.
I'm in bed you perv!
[ He snaps a pic and sends it to her. Just him laying in bed, covering his mouth, beady little eyes closed yet you can still see he's smiling... petals over the skin-tight black t-shirt he's wearing. ]
Dunno the name of the place. Some Dragonkin took me upstairs to bed when I passed out in the bar.
Why where r u?
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Get it together, Mizushita!!
Of course, getting it together means assessing the situation properly and formulating a few plans of action before she takes action. Hoshina is a troll, a sly fox with a quick mind, and he's the most promising playmate she's had. While she's thought it in moments of exasperation, leaving him to die from the disease because death isn't permanent here has never been a real consideration, but the man is -- and she glances very briefly at her phone, pecking the keys to scroll down to the rest of the message so that the pic is at least a little out of the frame -- dangerous.
She likes it, that he's dangerous. It's good fun to tease the sheep, but sometimes, she craves a challenge. He isn't half-bad for that, not that she'll tell him, and there's... something else, something she shoves so violently to the back of her mind it almost sends her reeling.
Still, to be in close quarters with him like that in private, even with both of them sick... well, she doesn't exactly have a choice, does she? She could ask one of her friends to go in her place, but they wouldn't know what to ask, how to get to the heart of the matter. They'd be easily overwhelmed and there's a very good chance he wouldn't take them seriously and she'd wind up having to go, anyway.
Plenty of time to think on the way, she supposes. She caps a cough with a hand and swallows stubbornly.
Right. She needs coffee and she needs to move. She needs to get there and back before this worsens. He already passed out at least once that she knows of and he's... well, he's, uh, obviously in better shape than she is, so she should hurry. ]
dont worry about it
u need 2 focus on figuring out ur secret
cause ur gonna tell it me
[ That and more. She's been wanting to learn more about him and she isn't about to pass up the opportunity. Two birds, one stone and all that.
She'll just have to be mindful of her health and the time. ]
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can u just not?
I'm fiiiiine really.
dont worry.
[ He's actually a little terrified. He'd usually call up Okonogi by now, in a panic and have her talk some sense into him- but he doesn't have anyone... No friends as of yet, just a few people whos names he would recognize from talking to them on the Oracle. Nao is the closest thing to anything he has...
... And he wants to keep her close, become better friends and so on, so for her to come and see him when he's weak like this? It doesn't bode well. ]
Here.
I'll be decent when u get here.
[ He drops the name of the Inn he's staying in, the Dragonkin looking after him, having convinced him it's best to be with someone when you're like this. ]
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Why the change of heart? She wonders, but thinks it's better not to question him now or perhaps at all about it. For some reason, she thinks he can trust his word this time. ]
thank u
ill see u soon
[ No emoji this time. She's that serious about getting to him and she's on the move, stifling the occasional little cough along the way. ]
2/2
Under normal circumstances, she might've simply tested the door and walked in had it been unlocked and seemed safe enough. This time, she presses her door to the ear for a moment, listening, then draws herself back and knocks. ]
Hoshina-kun, you better be decent! You promised! [ She calls. ]
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[ He called out from inside the room, his voice sounding a little muffled on account of the mouthful of petals he just coughed up before she arrived.
When she does open the door, the first thing she will see is the bed he's taken over while he's sick. A body-shaped lump in it ( ps. it's just pillows and his jacket, but shhhh~ ) and a cat sitting on the pillow in a ring of flower petals and leaves. The cat, a black tabby with midnight blue eyes, currently licking its paw. The real Hoshina is propped up behind the door, having gotten up for a drink of water.
Is she really going to fall for this? If so, she should be expecting another 11 cats in here somewhere, right? ]
cw: blood, disease, etc. up and down, sorry y'all
That just leaves the present in which he's obviously feeling well enough to try to prank her like this. Oh, she's gonna get him. ]
Hoshina-kun!
[ She gasps and steps in hurriedly, leaving the door open as she approaches the cat on the bed. The gasp is very real as Nao has honed in on the cat's charm points. She doesn't know where he got the kitty from, but she's already determined he or she is coming back to the cottage with her when she leaves. ]
I didn't think you were serious about the twelve cats thing!
[ She kneels by the bed and leans forward so she can better observe the kitty as she continues her act except it isn't totally an act. She is, in fact, fawning over the cat.
So cute! ]
Shouldn't there be eleven more of you? I wonder where they could be.
[ She's going to pet the kitty because she deserves to pet the kitty. She's only become more deserving since she got there, but as she does, she's honing in on certain sights, scents. Should've put her air-filtering mask back on before she stepped in, but she's not sure how helpful it will be even when she does. She has to be quick to remove it when she coughs, after all. ]
You're not planning on playing a trick on me, are you? That'd be so mean!
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Wobbling as he stepped forward, stumbling and catching himself by holding the post on the foot of the bed, doubling over, covering his mouth and spluttering out a handful of petals and a small splattering of blood as his laughter was clearly too much for his feeble lungs to handle right now. ]
Man, I was hoping you weren't that gullible, but no~
[ Tipping his head aside. He looked kinda shit, hair stuck to his face with sweat beads trickling down from his temples and a damp ring around the neck of his t-shirt. Eyes closed as they usually were, but there was a ring of black around them, bags that weren't there before. ]
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She stops it right there. Wills every thread of thought and feeling snapped and refocused, the others cast down. It happens in a blink and she's reaching to tug the mask out of her pocket and press it to her face. ]
Why didn't you call me?
[ It's the first thing out of her mouth, concern running hot simultaneously next to other unseemly thoughts. ]
C'mon. You need to sit down right now.
[ She's already stepping forward, ready to help him if he needs it -- and whether he likes it or not. ]
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[ Yeah, they've only played one game together, sure, it was one hell of a game of cat and mouse but he's genuinely surprised by her concern for him. What a nice girl. Hoshina smiles then, as he thinks about how she actually showed up for him, regardless of how little they know each other. It's touching, it really is. ]
It's okay, I've had worse than this before.
[ Coughing, covering his mouth as his throat wheezes and chest ruckles a thick, wet sound. Knees going weak as he stumbles towards her as she steps forward, falling into her arm as he tries to keep his face away from her. Seeing the mask she pressed to her face and all. ]
You shouldn't. I don't want to infect you. You should keep your distance, I'm fine, just... just a little warm is all. Need to lay down...
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Woah! Not on the floor, not on the floor!
[ She is sure she can figure it out later and takes a breath before lowering it so she can slip the arm holding it beneath his and sort of lift him up and onto the bed. She'd caught him when he fell into her, but it's mostly her moving his weight, so she's careful not to move them in such a way that he hits his head on the bedside table or the head board or anything else. The footing is a little tricky, but she manages not to fall on top of him.
Making light of things when he's dying... he's the one dying right now, so why's she feel so scared? ]
'M gonna need you to speak your truth before you can't speak, Hoshina-kun.
[ Her voice is too soft, her focus centered. She couldn't keep a smile on her face right now to save her life. ]
'S really rude to go and die when you've got a cute guest, y'know?
cw: body horror
His body was hot. His surprisingly muscular arms and chest were damp with sweat and stained with pollen and crushed petals. Slumping down onto the bed, breathing laboured breaths as he covered his mouth and coughed out another handful of petals. ]
S-sure, sure, we can talk I just... I need to...
[ Tugging the hem of his shirt up, struggling to peel it up and over his head on his own. His ribs discoloured with pretty flower-shaped bruises, veins looking like vines just under the skin, moving and growing, strangling his lungs with each pained breath he took.
Maybe he was suffering so badly because the secret he kept had been in his family for generations? A secret that wouldn't hold any importance here, which is why Hoshina doesn't expect it to the the actual secret that's making him ill. ]
--Ha, you hear that, Shiro? Nao-chan thinks you're cute.
[ Talking to the cat as his cheeks flushed with colour. Was his fever getting worse or was he trying to deflect her comment so as not to feel embarrassed about it? ]
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Right now, she's worried for him and she's scared and her heart is too loud in her ears and she can't -- she can't do anything, can she? She can't -- she can.
She forgets sometimes that she drank the blue potion, that she can use that small magic as a pain reliever despite that she uses it often when the scar on her upper left arm hurts. It won't stop the roots, but it can help him feel even just slightly better, so she doesn't hesitate to place her hand atop his chest where she might otherwise have done just that and fallen off the bed. It takes the form you're used to, BB had said. What she's used to is directly channeling spiritual energy, manipulating and controlling it. It's what she does now, but instead of casting it like a blanket, she wills it to flow through him to ease the pain he's feeling. ]
You're stalling.
[ She feels a sudden pang in her upper left arm. She ignores it and stifles a small cough, stubbornly swallowing another petal. The taste of her own blood lingers, having clung in the back of her throat. ]
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He doesn't flinch when she touches him, but he does rest his hand upon hers, sliding it up higher on his chest, resting it over his heart where the beating is irregular. His hand is cold and clammy, even the blood staining his palm has cooled and congealed by now ( he'll apologize later for touching her with such a dirty hand. ) ]
I'm not stalling ... I just... I can't think of anything...
[ Opening his eyes just a little, to better look at her, the deep dark violets looking paler than they usually would, his cheeky mischievous glint missing from them for now. Shrugging as he tries to smile at her. ]
I dunno, a truth? A secret? ... I'm envious of my older brother, he's better at everything than me... He's a Capitan whereas I'm just a Vice Capitan?
[ He waits a moment, thinking perhaps that's it... Until he feels a bloom blossoming in the back of his throat. ]
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