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[flyingsolos]

[ Rude. Rude!! ]

So this is basically your way of saying you're worried and this is the best way to keep an eye on me. I was just thinking the same thing, but you beat me to it.

[ Because she's pretty sure this isn't normal, like he'd said. ]

Since we're both sick, though, wanna share the bed?

[parttimes]

Absolutely not.

[What did you expect, really...]

You stay there, I'm fine over here.

[He's got enough blankets and pillows to make a serviceable nest for a sick person.]

[flyingsolos]

Are you allergic to snuggling?

[ ... yeah, she's still got that sass. ]

[parttimes]

I'm allergic to getting lynched by your fans.

[A beat.]

Or your boyfriend making faces at me.

[Why is the boyfriend an afterthought.]

[flyingsolos]

I don't think he'd mind if it was you.

[ the guy with no hormones. ]

But you've got a point with my fans.

[parttimes]

Wait.

No.

Back up.

Why the heck wouldn't he mind if it was me?

[WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN]

[flyingsolos]

Because you're hopeless. I might've mentioned that.

[parttimes]

[....]

Excuse me?

[RION...]

What gossip are you even spreading about me here?

[flyingsolos]

Oh, just that I don't really think you have hormones.

[parttimes]

[He just buries his face in his hands and smothers a sigh.]

Don't soften the blow or anything.

[flyingsolos]

Kou-kun, I love you. You believed in my dream, you saved my life, and I'd be one of the first people to slap someone if they ever talked bad about you.

But I'm pretty sure I'm right on the mark here.

[parttimes]

[Oh my god.

She just gets another balled up (clean) tissue tossed at her head.]

[flyingsolos]

[ she's dodging this one this time. ]

Also we should talk about your terrible communication issues--

[ This is true friendship. ]

[parttimes]

Rion, I say this probably fondly, but would you just shut up for a--

[Nope, he's doubling over into a coughing fit.

This is friendship for sure.]

[flyingsolos]

... There's a water pitcher on the nightstand.

[ helpfully. ]

[parttimes]

[Kou just catches his breath, rubs his hands down his face, and gets up to pour himself a glass of water.

This sucks.]

[flyingsolos]

Better?

[ Poor Kou. She loves you, really. ]

[parttimes]

A bit... this space crud better not last long. How did we even catch something there...? The only living things were robots.

[flyingsolos]

Maybe the plague thing they mentioned was just hanging around underground? We were down there for awhile.

[parttimes]

... What a nice souvenir.

[He just flops back onto his blanket nest.]

[flyingsolos]

I'll say.

-- I mean the boyfriend was the better souvenir.

[ as she flops back onto her back. ]

[parttimes]

[And, dryly, between sips of water:]

So you got your "it's complicated" all worked out? Changing your status on NiAR to "dating" finally?

[flyingsolos]

It might still be a little complicated, but Yours Truly is a taken woman now.

[ ah, love... shapes. ]

[parttimes]

[....?]

Excuse me? What's complicated about that?

[flyingsolos]

... [ this is actually not a fake cough. ]

That's not the complicated part. Anyway, we're giving it a try.