☮ 037; [action for Goldenrod]

[philanthrotaku]

Tonight, wandering outside the Goldenrod inn was one (1) miserable engineer staggering in the vague direction of the department store. His face was quite obviously flushed, and along with the whiplash-inducing sneezing fits it was quite obvious he had a nasty cold.

Thanks for that, Liquid.

"Phaaaa." Asimov tugged on his sleeve, trying to pull him

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LOL WHAT ARE TIMELINES.

[foolishwren]

It was evening now.

The bustle of the day had died down and Heather had restrained herself a little bit-- as much as she wanted to be RIGHT THERE with the pair, she recognized exhaustion when she saw it. It was something she hadn't been entirely free of this past month.

There was a knock on the door-- before it opened slightly. Heather poked her head in.

"Hey...!"

[philanthrotaku]

"Hey." Otacon answered with a small but genuine smile. He sniffled a little before waving her over and rummaging through his backpack.

"C'mere, I got something for you."

[foolishwren]

She edged inside, shutting the door quietly behind her.

"Is it another pony?" she asked jokingly, heading over to him.

[philanthrotaku]

"Not quite as good as that, no." he admitted with a quiet laugh.

After a moment, he produced a small and carefully wrapped box, handing it to her.

[foolishwren]

"Aw, shut up. I'm sure it's awesome."

She took it gently with her bandaged hands, trying to find a gap in the wrapping paper to slip her thumb under.

[philanthrotaku]

Otacon waited with a smile as she opened it--meanwhile, there was a carefully hand-stitched plush Growithe sitting in the box with a a positively silly and Cujo-ish expression.

[foolishwren]

After taking awhile to get through the undoubtedly-super-anal Otacon-style wrapping, Heather got the box open. The sight of the plush pulled her mouth into that signature crooked smile.

"Aww... Thanks, man..."

No matter how ~*~tough~*~ Heather was, she still had a weak spot for stuffed animals and dolls.

[philanthrotaku]

"It was nothing. I can't do much, but I can sew pretty well."

[foolishwren]

She looks up, surprised.

"Whoa, you made this yourself?"

That was...

.... Otacon got beaten up in high school a lot, didn't he?

[philanthrotaku]

"W-well...yeah. Is that weird?"

Yes, Heather. Yes he did.

[foolishwren]

Yes. ... Yes, 'weird' is one of the terms that could possibly be applied to it.

Luckily, 'absolutely adorable' was another applicable description.

"No! It's sweet!"

Whether Otacon wanted it or not, she shifted the box and the plush to one arm so that she could give him a hearty hug with the other.

"... And also a little gay."

But then, everything about Hal was a little gay, so. :Ib

[philanthrotaku]

"H-hey--!"

Oh god, who lined his throat with sandpaper.

"I guess that's sort of a compliment, at least."

[foolishwren]

She patted his shoulder.

"Yes. Yes it is."

Smiling down at the plush, she tucked it onto her shoulder.

"It's pretty cute... for a dog."

[philanthrotaku]

"I wasn't sure what else to do. I c-couldn't really top Liquid giving you a flaming horse." Otacon admitted with a quiet laugh.

[foolishwren]

Heather grinned and shook her head a little bit, lowering her voice as she made a dismissive 'psh' gesture with one bandaged hand.

"Stuffed animals are more cuddly than things that are on fire anyway."

[philanthrotaku]

"H-heh. I'm glad you think so. I haven't made one since I was in college, I was worried they wouldn't turn out right at all."

From the way he was smiling, Otacon was obviously pleased about this development.