[... Is he okay? Is he so feverish that she needs to consider the hospital?]
Well, it's a story that occurs in big segments, so we're very far off from the ending, don't worry. [She bends and twists to be able to kiss his forehead.]
Instead of coming up with an ending we'll just read another story, it won't be as cool but it'll tie up neatly enough, I'm sure.
[ .... She'll read fanfiction on her phone and just change the names when she reads it to him ...]
Oh. [... Man, how did that work? Wouldn't the hooves be a little bit of a concern and the positioning -- Okay now is not the time to think about that. She rubs his back in wide, slightly firm motions. Boxer is the only one allowed to cough into an eight hundred dollar dress, man. That's some real love.]
I feel like this is another reminder that I'm supposed to tell you about college if you tell me about your exes. [Because she just keeps forgetting to relate some of those adventures.
Also probably something awful like Law&Order or Bones type shows, fanfiction of that, where the fic writers characterizations are way more fleshed out and poignant than the actual crappy network writing.]
[He doesn't know it's eight hundred dollars. He knows it's a pretty dress, but if he knew how much it was, he'd probably be trying to hold onto his coughing.]
His--[cough]--name was Sjors. Had the most magnificent long blonde hair I've ever seen on a living being, ever. And we were the same size, so there was a lot of camaraderie, and...we were really into each other, but he decided the city wasn't for him...
[That would be a terrible idea, and an expensive dress is absolutely nothing compared to Boxer's health and comfort, so it all works out.
... She has no idea how one would spell 'Sjors', that sounds like an incredibly unique name. And that's coming from a woman whose own name absolutely does not fit her voice or appearance.]
What, and you weren't tempted to run off into the Country with him?
[She's teasing, of course, and continues to alternate between rubbing his back and petting his hair.]
[Of course he couldn't, she knew it, but either the joke went over his head or it's still a vaguely serious thought for him.]
You know my weaknesses, handsome. [Although emotionally sensitive types don't always do so well with her.] Well, hey, if you ever wanna go visit him for a few days, there's still the aqua bed, and the ecosystem would recover.
[By now the smell of chicken and vegetables is beginning to fill up his apartment, but she doesn't make a move to get up yet.]
I swear being with you really has made me a much better person, Boxer. I'm not even jealous.
[And usually she would be frothing a little at the idea of someone before her, someone that might be better or love harder or satisfy better than she could. But, nope, totally chill.]
No way...I know if I ever visited him we'd have sex for hours. Can't do that stuff anymore.
[He means emotionally sensitive in the best way--the kind that Sjors could see through anyone like an open book, which was both eerie and soothing to Boxer who tends to try to hide things when he's uncomfortable.]
Yeah?
[He's smiling, even though his face is a bit buried.]
Glad to hear it...I'm much happier with you in my life, too...
[Which is why he can't go around fucking God-tier-handsome centaurs.]
[She had kind of meant they could all have sex for hours and therefore no one would be cheating, but her newfound growth doesn't extent to people who might potentially wield the ability to take Boxer from her.
So she lets that topic go pretty easily.]
Even when you're sicker than a dog at the vet.
[Was that supposed to be a metaphor??? Who knows. She keeps petting him, though, and graduates to gently running the tips of her nails along his shoulders, and then goes a step forward to massage him gently.]
When you have something on your stomach you need to get some real sleep, okay?
[Well, for one, he has no idea that's what she was proposing. And two: she doesn't have to worry about Sjors being competition, because their environment needs were so radically different that it broke them up in the first place.]
I'd rather be here than at the vet.
[Because that's...despite all of the progress the culture has made to include monsterkind into the fold, they're still treated by veterinarians, not medical doctors. Not that Boxer has ever expressed a sensitivity to it--it's just that, like anyone else, he'd rather be in his own bed (tank) than a hard examination table.
He groans pleasantly at the massaging. He wants her to move lower, like his lumbar area, but he doesn't want to lose his lap-pillow either. He gives her a tired nod to agree with the idea of food...]
[She ... Really wants to say something about that because why the hell would any monsterkind go to a vet? Vets were for animals who didn't have the sense nor capability to take care of themselves or communicate. It seemed ludicrous to her, but it was a topic saved for much later, when he wasn't feeling as if death had warmed over all of his internal parts.]
Mm. Have you already been in there? I could get them out and put them in a bowl for a little while, just to keep them safe?
[But if he's already contaminated them then it's just a matter of time - though it might be depressing to leave them in there with him for their final moments, too.]
Maybe I should make sure to run the StarBot first, too ... [Of course she has no idea if that makes it more or less comfortable for him, so maybe it's just the thought that counts here. In any case, she might slowly make her way down to his lumbar because she's already inching downward as it is.]
[Okay that's a logical argument but also it's gross to treat monsterkind peeps who have either just as much intelligence or a greater amount than humans!! There's just something so ... Degrading about the thought of having to see a vet, somehow.]
I'll find a bowl to keep them in.
[He gets an especially loving rub along his spine at that. Those little guys keep him company, right? She'd hate to lose them, in her own way.]
But if I'm gonna do that I have to get up for a little while.
[Ever seen a grown kraken whine like a child? He curls around her a little more, unaccepting of the idea that he has to lose his lap pillow. If she finds something to keep his head propped up like he is now, it'd be a little more comfortable for him...]
[She'll have to get up one way or another, and judging by the grown-kraken whining it will kill her inside to have to leave him even for the vague amount of time it takes to finish up their meal. ... But it's also sort of cute, though it makes her feel incredibly guilty to admit. Boxer's usually the one propping her up in some form or another, and there was a part of her that didn't believe he could actually experience normal things like depressive spells or illnesses.
She's a horrible fiancee, but all involved should have already known it.]
Although it's completely hilarious that you're well enough to still try and order me around.
[She's found a spot along his back that apparently deserves a good amount of attention - she's not leaving yet Boxer, it's all good.]
[He doesn't like the accusation of him ordering her around! It's...well, just that her proximity makes him feel better, and he isn't quite ready to sit up quite yet. If she could just get up without moving him that would be perfect, but also impossible.
Give him a few minutes to gather what little strength he has and sit up so she can get off the couch. The look on his face quite clearly shows that he wasn't as prepared as he thought he was, as the color drains from his face. Technically. It does it in weird pale blotches that make him look like he's got some sort of skin issue on top of being sick, because kraken skin is weird and he's having a hard time trying to keep it together.]
[Aw, it's cute, though! This is one of the few situations where it's acceptable!
She stands, but does an awful job at hiding her reaction to his skin because wow that's bad.] ... Are you sure I shouldn't take you somewhere?
[She is still incredibly angry that a monsterkind has to go to a vet so the wording is purposely ambiguous, more for her sake than his. Before she can think of leaving him on his own just she tries to wrap the blankets around him a bit tighter, very carefully stroking his cheek.]
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[Sounds good! He snuggles in to get some proper sleep...
....then realizes.]
Wait. I think I know this story...
[It sounds awfully familiar, Nariko!!]
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[And she and Boxer were way cooler than horses.
She reaches under the blanket to run her fingers through his hair a bit.] Besides, I can't imagine a happier story than ours.
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[Thanks for that...valuable input, Boxer?]
Yeah, but there's no ending yet...
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[... Is he okay? Is he so feverish that she needs to consider the hospital?]
Well, it's a story that occurs in big segments, so we're very far off from the ending, don't worry. [She bends and twists to be able to kiss his forehead.]
Instead of coming up with an ending we'll just read another story, it won't be as cool but it'll tie up neatly enough, I'm sure.
[ .... She'll read fanfiction on her phone and just change the names when she reads it to him ...]
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[hold on brb coughing fit.
What kind of fanfiction? She might not even need to change the names.]
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I feel like this is another reminder that I'm supposed to tell you about college if you tell me about your exes. [Because she just keeps forgetting to relate some of those adventures.
Also probably something awful like Law&Order or Bones type shows, fanfiction of that, where the fic writers characterizations are way more fleshed out and poignant than the actual crappy network writing.]
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His--[cough]--name was Sjors. Had the most magnificent long blonde hair I've ever seen on a living being, ever. And we were the same size, so there was a lot of camaraderie, and...we were really into each other, but he decided the city wasn't for him...
[He'd be into that, honestly.]
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... She has no idea how one would spell 'Sjors', that sounds like an incredibly unique name. And that's coming from a woman whose own name absolutely does not fit her voice or appearance.]
What, and you weren't tempted to run off into the Country with him?
[She's teasing, of course, and continues to alternate between rubbing his back and petting his hair.]
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[The affection...actually really, really helps, and not in just the way he imagined it would.]
I think you would've liked him. Quiet. [Coming from Boxer, that's saying something.] Artsy. Emotionally sensitive. Ripped. [Cough.]
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You know my weaknesses, handsome. [Although emotionally sensitive types don't always do so well with her.] Well, hey, if you ever wanna go visit him for a few days, there's still the aqua bed, and the ecosystem would recover.
[By now the smell of chicken and vegetables is beginning to fill up his apartment, but she doesn't make a move to get up yet.]
I swear being with you really has made me a much better person, Boxer. I'm not even jealous.
[And usually she would be frothing a little at the idea of someone before her, someone that might be better or love harder or satisfy better than she could. But, nope, totally chill.]
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[He means emotionally sensitive in the best way--the kind that Sjors could see through anyone like an open book, which was both eerie and soothing to Boxer who tends to try to hide things when he's uncomfortable.]
Yeah?
[He's smiling, even though his face is a bit buried.]
Glad to hear it...I'm much happier with you in my life, too...
[Which is why he can't go around fucking God-tier-handsome centaurs.]
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So she lets that topic go pretty easily.]
Even when you're sicker than a dog at the vet.
[Was that supposed to be a metaphor??? Who knows. She keeps petting him, though, and graduates to gently running the tips of her nails along his shoulders, and then goes a step forward to massage him gently.]
When you have something on your stomach you need to get some real sleep, okay?
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I'd rather be here than at the vet.
[Because that's...despite all of the progress the culture has made to include monsterkind into the fold, they're still treated by veterinarians, not medical doctors. Not that Boxer has ever expressed a sensitivity to it--it's just that, like anyone else, he'd rather be in his own bed (tank) than a hard examination table.
He groans pleasantly at the massaging. He wants her to move lower, like his lumbar area, but he doesn't want to lose his lap-pillow either. He gives her a tired nod to agree with the idea of food...]
I hope I don't get my fish sick...
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Mm. Have you already been in there? I could get them out and put them in a bowl for a little while, just to keep them safe?
[But if he's already contaminated them then it's just a matter of time - though it might be depressing to leave them in there with him for their final moments, too.]
Maybe I should make sure to run the StarBot first, too ... [Of course she has no idea if that makes it more or less comfortable for him, so maybe it's just the thought that counts here. In any case, she might slowly make her way down to his lumbar because she's already inching downward as it is.]
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Other than when I got up this morning, no...but I'd--I'd appreciate that. It's harder to take care of them when they get sick.
[Than him, he means.]
I ran her last night...but it wouldn't hurt to do it again.
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I'll find a bowl to keep them in.
[He gets an especially loving rub along his spine at that. Those little guys keep him company, right? She'd hate to lose them, in her own way.]
But if I'm gonna do that I have to get up for a little while.
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[Ever seen a grown kraken whine like a child? He curls around her a little more, unaccepting of the idea that he has to lose his lap pillow. If she finds something to keep his head propped up like he is now, it'd be a little more comfortable for him...]
You can get up when th' food's done.
[Until then, you're his!]
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[She'll have to get up one way or another, and judging by the grown-kraken whining it will kill her inside to have to leave him even for the vague amount of time it takes to finish up their meal. ... But it's also sort of cute, though it makes her feel incredibly guilty to admit. Boxer's usually the one propping her up in some form or another, and there was a part of her that didn't believe he could actually experience normal things like depressive spells or illnesses.
She's a horrible fiancee, but all involved should have already known it.]
Although it's completely hilarious that you're well enough to still try and order me around.
[She's found a spot along his back that apparently deserves a good amount of attention - she's not leaving yet Boxer, it's all good.]
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[He doesn't like the accusation of him ordering her around! It's...well, just that her proximity makes him feel better, and he isn't quite ready to sit up quite yet. If she could just get up without moving him that would be perfect, but also impossible.
Give him a few minutes to gather what little strength he has and sit up so she can get off the couch. The look on his face quite clearly shows that he wasn't as prepared as he thought he was, as the color drains from his face. Technically. It does it in weird pale blotches that make him look like he's got some sort of skin issue on top of being sick, because kraken skin is weird and he's having a hard time trying to keep it together.]
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She stands, but does an awful job at hiding her reaction to his skin because wow that's bad.] ... Are you sure I shouldn't take you somewhere?
[She is still incredibly angry that a monsterkind has to go to a vet so the wording is purposely ambiguous, more for her sake than his. Before she can think of leaving him on his own just she tries to wrap the blankets around him a bit tighter, very carefully stroking his cheek.]