Please don't. [she looks up at him finally, and reaches out a hand to just set it on whatever she can reach.] Even if there's another side, I'd be miserable if you were gone.
she'll go outside - is gone for a bit. when she comes back, she has the dog plush they'd won earlier this week. some water bottles, and a churro in a paper bag, inexplicably. she comes back in and sits on the edge of his bed. she puts tulip the dog next to him, and then hands him a water bottle.
she fetch good!!!]
Pesto and I had these, and I thought they were really good. So.
[the churro, she means. she won't force him to eat it or anything but!!]
[ He feels like a kid in a hospital... his thoughts seem to vaguely reflect this, thinking of some dingy place, of courtesans doing their best to celebrate the little things with the meagerest of coins they all collectively had -- birthdays, getting well. ]
Miss Kate and I also tried some. They're pretty good.
[it is a little like that honestly. they do what they can with the shit they've got, and what they've got isn't much.
she slides back down to the floor so she can curl up against the side again, closing her eyes.]
You're welcome. [...] Love you.
[just because. she doesn't seem to expect any response to it, stretching idly before easing back down. apparently her intention is to stay here until he tells her to leave, or she absolutely has to go to meet up with her curfew.]
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Please don't. [she looks up at him finally, and reaches out a hand to just set it on whatever she can reach.] Even if there's another side, I'd be miserable if you were gone.
[like she isn't already getting there, but.]
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[ In the end he's always at least admitted that much, that he just wouldn't make the choice to simply drop dead. ]
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[silence, for a moment, and then:]
I'll be right back. Not done bothering you yet, just - be right back.
[pulling herself up to stand, wiping her forehead with her arm.]
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[ He really just does not feel like leaving the cabin, his weird comfort hole that's just a crowded house full of dogs (literal and also people). ]
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she'll go outside - is gone for a bit. when she comes back, she has the dog plush they'd won earlier this week. some water bottles, and a churro in a paper bag, inexplicably. she comes back in and sits on the edge of his bed. she puts tulip the dog next to him, and then hands him a water bottle.
she fetch good!!!]
Pesto and I had these, and I thought they were really good. So.
[the churro, she means. she won't force him to eat it or anything but!!]
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[ He feels like a kid in a hospital... his thoughts seem to vaguely reflect this, thinking of some dingy place, of courtesans doing their best to celebrate the little things with the meagerest of coins they all collectively had -- birthdays, getting well. ]
Miss Kate and I also tried some. They're pretty good.
Thanks.
[ Sweet... ]
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she slides back down to the floor so she can curl up against the side again, closing her eyes.]
You're welcome. [...] Love you.
[just because. she doesn't seem to expect any response to it, stretching idly before easing back down. apparently her intention is to stay here until he tells her to leave, or she absolutely has to go to meet up with her curfew.]