❀ IC INBOX

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[extirpator]

[ waka flocka OKAY. ]

Get up. If you get proper bedrest, I'll stop talking to you.

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[ ... ]

For how long?

[extirpator]

[ he shrugs!! ]

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That's not an answer!

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Get up.

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No.

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Get up.

[ you're going to get the same reply 12 times in a row i'd say i'm sorry but it's you so i'm not ]

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Bite me, asshole.

[ You're canon familiar so I don't have to apologize for the fact that she's literally not going to get up for 12 tags :/ ]

[extirpator]

Get up. Or else.

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I'm gonna go with 'Or else'.

1/2

[extirpator]

[ he just straight up fucking roundhouse kicks her in the face so she's out cold in one strike ]

[extirpator]

[ she said "or else".

when she comes to, she'll find that she's tucked into a bed — there's a cold, damp cloth draped over her forehead, alongside a glass of water and a bowl of stew to her left.

oh, right, and the newfound bruise she's probably developing on the side of her face has been tended to, at the very least? anyhow, nier can be seen across the room, seated on a stool. his back is turned to her initially, but when he comes to he does take the time to crane his neck back and turn towards her. ]

Your fever's high. You should eat and go back to sleep.

1/3

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[ She wakes with purposeful silence, dejavu giving rise to paranoia. What was it that girl in the kitchen had said? That hell would be reliving the worst day of your life over and over? She reaches under her pillow and finds no knife there.

She lets go of a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding– today is not that day.

She does not get up until he has turned back around. That's not a strategic choice, it's just how it happens.

She stands, blearily gazing about the room. Her eyes land on the vase of fresh flowers that always seemed to reappear no matter how many times she threw them out. ]

2/3

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[ She stumbles a bit, and then walks back to the bed, getting underneath the covers pulling them up over her mouth. ]

Now, we're even.

[extirpator]

[ that shit hurt!!!!

he rubs at the back of his head, not moving to really do anything — it's fair. he doesn't take it personally. it just fucking hurts, my guy. ]

Ow...

[ he says it and behaves a bit like a wounded puppy, dabbing away at the blood that clots near the back of his head — it stains the white of his hair. he just washed that!!! ]

Drink some water. I'm almost finished with this.

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[ She gives the glass of water a scowl, before reaching for it slowly and sitting up just enough so she can drink.

But before she does– ]

Finished with what?

[extirpator]

[ he doesn't respond.

his pencil marches across the paper with utmost intent.

it falls against the wood of the table.

he blows off the lingering particles of his artistry. of his tools.

and then he peels the paper off of the table, standing and drawing closer as he splays it out for her to see.

it's small.

incredibly small.

the size of a grain of rice, one could say.

but it's there. ]

This.

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[ She squints so hard at the sheet of paper that she gives herself a headache.

She turns her gaze from the paper to him, and she swears in that moment she can feel the brain hemorrhage forming. ]

What in fuck's name am I looking at?

[extirpator]

It's you.

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[ She's silent for a moment.

And then she mutters something incomprehensible, and turns over, pulling the covers over her head. ]

[extirpator]

It looks like a radish, because you'd be a radish if you were a vegetable.

[ he shuffles around the room, returning back to his seat. ]

Don't sleep yet. You need to finish your soup before it goes cold.

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[ She frowns, eyes darting towards the bowl by her bed before they return to his retreating form.]

What? Are you gonna sit there all night?

[extirpator]

Until you're better, yeah?

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Why? We're already even, dipshit.