菊地真 Makoto Kikuchi (
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pullmeoutalive2013-02-04 11:06 pm
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Model Idol Combi: so you had a sick day
[ so the thing was, Makoto didn't get sick. It took a series of unfortunate events, a moment of stress-induced weakness, and doing the idiotically chivalrous thing of trying to make her way home in the pouring rain and likely spending too much time in soaked clothing, despite Kise's best efforts.
But the point was, Makoto didn't usually get sick, and when she did get sick, it had to be sick enough to buckle her knees and keep her under her covers with a fever that could warm cold palms in an instant. She'd tried to go to work, but hadn't made it further than her own doorway before she'd gotten too dizzy to stand without the aid of the frame and had been promptly ushered back to bed.
And of course, she hadn't wanted to worry Kise, but that had backfired and for some inexplicable reason, she felt worse than ever. She'd have to change the compress again, she thinks distantly, as she tries to push herself up on her elbows to give him a properly chastising look. At the very least, her parents were now out for one of her dad's races, but... ]
You... really didn't have to come.
[ what if she's contagious? It's bad enough that she feels awful and she's sweaty and her hair's a mess and her face is all red and this isn't very romantic at all-- ]
But the point was, Makoto didn't usually get sick, and when she did get sick, it had to be sick enough to buckle her knees and keep her under her covers with a fever that could warm cold palms in an instant. She'd tried to go to work, but hadn't made it further than her own doorway before she'd gotten too dizzy to stand without the aid of the frame and had been promptly ushered back to bed.
And of course, she hadn't wanted to worry Kise, but that had backfired and for some inexplicable reason, she felt worse than ever. She'd have to change the compress again, she thinks distantly, as she tries to push herself up on her elbows to give him a properly chastising look. At the very least, her parents were now out for one of her dad's races, but... ]
You... really didn't have to come.
[ what if she's contagious? It's bad enough that she feels awful and she's sweaty and her hair's a mess and her face is all red and this isn't very romantic at all-- ]
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[It kind of hurts when you start coughing again with such a dry throat.]
Sorry... You don't look too alike... [And that movement can be taken as him attempting to curl up but failing.]
It's kind of cold, Kurokocchi...
[... Yeah.]
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D'you think you can try some water?
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[He tries to turn his head away, because despite how dry his throat feels he doesn't feel like trying water at all.
And no, he's not quite done torturing her yet. It's all unintentional, promise.]
Senpai, please don't shove it down...
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[ this is an unexpected attack, Kise. And she's starting to wonder if she needs to take him to the hospital, if he's starting to hallucinate. Then again, dragging him anywhere could upset his stomach again.
Ugh. ]
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Kurokocchi I don't-- like this.
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[ yeah, she's caved. At least he doesn't think he's alone, even if he thinks he's with someone else entirely. She reaches out to smooth his hair away from his forehead, wondering if his parents would mind terribly if she borrowed the blanket from their bed. ]
But you're going to get better. We just need to get you through it first.
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['Senpai' he nearly gets out; he's not about to stop anytime soon. At least, once he gets this coughing fit out of the way. Though right after it there's a dizzying moment where it feels like he can't breathe and actual fear starts settling in until he inhales as quickly as he can. And makes himself start off on another coughing fit.]
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At least she can go find that blanket, and she pushes herself to her feet once she's sure his fit has subsided for now. ]
I'll go see if I can find a blanket. Your parents--
[ ... she has no idea. ]
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Don't. Go.
[If he were in his right mind, he would tell her not to bother as his parents are coming back late. Because he told them they don't need to be home, as the other day he had been feeling fine enough and figured his sniffling was just a cold that would blow over in a couple of days.
Haha. Ha.]
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Ryouta-kun... I'm coming right back, I promise.
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[What. Well there goes him having enough awareness.]
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I'm not, I'm not! I'm just getting you a blanket, no dating involved!
[ Makoto, why do you talk to him like you're actually having a normal conversation. ]
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[No seriously, just ignore him Makoto. You don't want to hear all the dirty delusional details of group dates.]
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[ how fast can she grab a blanket? She's debating making this into a sprint and calling the doctor while she's at it. ]
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[Run Makoto, run.]
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... Which isn't surprising, but it still makes something in her chest twinge. Regrettably, she leaves the room for no less than twenty seconds, to grab another blanket and to find a phone book. In no time at all, she's back and rearranging the newest cover over him. ]
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By the time she's back, he's thankfully gone back to being a sweaty heap of miserable coughing instead of a sweaty heap of miserable coughing airing his group date woes. For now, anyway.]
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Are you still cold?
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There's so many numbers.
[... He'll make it up to her.]
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Thankfully, she's really, really good at smiling like nothing hurts at all! ]
It's okay... the numbers aren't here right now.
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[His hand tries to reach down to a back pocket that doesn't exist, patting the area in what is probably an incredibly embarrassing move.]
--here?
[No they're not. Wow he's so confused.]
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[ she's wondering what she did wrong here. ]
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But I thought...
[It's so weird he was sure all those super aggressive fangirls were shoving their numbers in his pocket.]
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[ from... numbers???? ]
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At least her hand seems to help, as finally finally--]
... Am I dreaming?
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