RT Thread: Here he Coooomes~ To Save the Daaaaay~

[does_not_talk]

Characters: Caim, Furiae
Date: This evening. After his talk with Furiae.
Summary: By Furiae's request, Caim goes to see her. He needs to make sure she doesn't get sick, after all.
Warnings: Hard to say. Likely not. With Furiae, you may never know. Caim promises to be a gentleman.

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Furiae had gotten comfortable when knocking came from the door and she struggled to get out of her warm bed to answer the door. Her hair was a slight mess from pulling it out of the style she had it in, but didn't bother messing with it since she suspected Caim to be on the other side of the door. She was sure if it were someone else she would be fairly embarrassed answering the door looking the way she did.

Opening the door she smiled at Caim and opened it some more so he could come in. "Caim.." She went to sit on her bed again. Even though she looked like she had gotten over the issues at hand, she was still rather upset about them. She sighed a little and pulled her blanket back over her lap.

Now that she was thinking about it, she wasn't feeling all to good. Her stomach was still upset but it was something she could deal with. The crackers were helping her some, but she wanted something to drink now. Maybe she had something laying around but she didn't feel like getting up.

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If she thought he'd been casual before, he was definitely more so now. A loose-fitting pair of slacks and a button-down shirt set him off. He waited for her to open the door and he showed himself in.

He closed the door after himself, and looked around once. Quistis was absent for the time being, which meant she was likely doing something else. Caim was grateful for this. He brought a hand into his shaggy hair and shuffled it asked, though it hardly changed his persona.

Stopping by the edge of her bed, he gestured with his thumb and his pinky before offering his words. In that Caim way, of course.

"Have you had any water or anything else to drink?"

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She couldn't help but smirk a little in the way he asked her if she had anything to drink. To be honest she didn't, but she didn't want him to worry about her too much. Even if she tried to make him not worry she knew that he worried anyway. Taking a quick look around she fished the water bottle out from under her pillow. She shoved it there earlier that day for some reason.

With a slightly sarcastic looking smile she shook the bottle around and took a drink from it. She was still bitter. She didn't know what she was bitter about since he told her that she had nothing to worry about, but she was. Running her hand through her hair, she sighed a little and rested her head against the wall behind her. There were a lot of things she wanted to say, but she lost the little bit of courage she had before to be able to say the stuff she did.

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What an expression! Caim found himself somewhat astounded. He hadn't been faced with things like that in Drakengard. Not even Inuart was really sarcastic. He was more of a lovesick fool, though. Sarcasm and love didn't seem to mesh together well.

He watched his younger sister with that familiar expression of concern and then when she showed him the bottle she had, he nearly sighed in disbelief. She liked causing him worry, didn't she? What a troublesome girl! In fact, she'd managed to worry him the entire day, which resulted in a bad day at work as well.

"How are you feeling?"

His left hand pat his stomach to make his point as he tilted his head at her. He wasn't so ignorant as to not notice she was... at least still a little peeved with him, which... she likely had a right to be.