[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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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.]