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[pilot_princess]

[A sudden rush of cloth smacks the communicator, effectively knocking it to the ground. Anemone picks it back up, laughing at it. Anemone sneezes, then makes a pouting sound as she picks it back up.]

I got by dress! The pretty o'de whed... Dewey took me dah'ci'g.

[She starts humming a song, then stops to cough for a moment.Hey Shih'ji, cad I co'b

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[prodigal_axe]

[Half asleep grabbing the comm from his pocket.]

...hell d'you sound like that?

[pilot_princess]

What do you bead? I'b fi'de! So do you wa'dda see it or dot?

[You'd better say yes too.]

[prodigal_axe]

Can barely understand you. [Slow blink as he starts to uncurl from the arm of his couch.]

...you sick or something?

[pilot_princess]

Uh-uh.

[Sniffle. Y'know... she's just gonna come over.]

Be dere shortly!

[prodigal_axe]

Alright, alright. Damn...

[More uncurling and fixing crooked beanie. And stretching sore muscles. His item rain stuff is hidden in the shadows next to the couch, so he doesn't notice them yet.]

lj ate my post wtf

[pilot_princess]

[And in a few seconds, you'll have a bouncy little pink-haired girl with flushed cheeks and a rosy nose knocking on your door. Shinji, you just have to see her dress. It's really cute, come look at iiiiit. And you'd have to tell her it's cute.]

bad lj, bad

[prodigal_axe]

[A groggy Shinjiro yanks open the door and peers into the dark frosty air. It's Anemone, but... what is she wearing?]

...you gotta be crazy to wear that in this weather. No wonder you're sick.

[Yeah. 'Oh wow that's cute,' ain't happening from tired Shinji. He does glance at the bow thing in the back kind of curiously.]

guess I gotta lay out the newspaper

[pilot_princess]

[She's wearing a pretty dress, and now a scowl as she pouts. POUTING. HEAVILY. God, Shinji, why so mean?]

I'b dot sick!

['I'm not sick'. Right. She stomps, turning her head away before crossing her arms.]

I just got it a few biddits ago, lea'be alode!

['I just got it a few minutes ago, leave me alone'. But her throat was hoarse, so her speech was probably even worse.]

[prodigal_axe]

[Shinjiro matches her pout for scowl. Damn it, why's she in such a bad mood all of a sudden.

Then again, if he was half naked in that cold, he'd be pissed off too.]

Look... just come inside for a minute. [He shrugs off his own coat (which is pretty warm since he's been catnapping in it) and gently puts it on her shoulders. Then he tries to pull her inside.] I'll look at it again once you get outta this damn cold.

[pilot_princess]

[She's not half-naked in the cold! She's in a long gown, that just happens to be kind of lacking in the sleeves and shoulders department, but her legs are kind of warm beneath the frills.

She whines about the coat but lets him put it on her anyway, and follows, still pouting.]

Doh't hurt the bow, jeez! It's dot that cold! ['Not that cold' her ass. But she liked the bow, and the dress was still really new; she had to keep it pretty.]

[prodigal_axe]

Not gonna hurt the damned bow... [He tugged her over to the sofa and tried getting her to sit down. Then he headed into the kitchen for a bottle of water and a few worn out (but otherwise clean) pieces of cloth that would make good handkerchiefs.

...and, in retrospect, a couple small bottles of darkness beer. He set all this stuff on the coffee table and then sat next to Anemone on the sofa.]

That stuff's all for you...drink some water at least, and then show me again or whatever.

[At which point he might not be too busy worrying to actually look at it.]

[pilot_princess]

[She grumbled, but followed him anyway, sitting down carefully on the sofa. All prim and ladylike, as Dominic had taught her back when she first wore it. At least she had gloves, though?

She wasn't really sure where Shinji was going, but when he came back with the water and makeshift handkerchiefs, and booze (really?!) she smiled at him.]

Thanks! [She took a sip of the water and grimaced; it didn't seem to help her nose at all. So handkerchief was next, just in time to catch a sneeze. Thankfully, it cleared up enough of her airway that she wouldn't sound as bizarre. Just nasally.]

Okay, here we go.

[Taking off his jacket, she turned around in place, grinning.] What do you think? It's cute, right?

[prodigal_axe]

[Shinjiro slouched back and put one booted foot on the table (what were manners even?) He leaned forward just long enough to swipe one bottle of ice cold darkness beer and uncork it. Then he settled back into the couch cushions. Damned comfortable is what it was.

He couldn't even work up a scowl for Anemone.] Tch. You're supposed to drink water if you're sick... take the bottle with you or something.

[He waited, fighting the urge to slide back into a nap. Until Anemone got up and spun in place. She was a bright twirl of color that didn't belong in her surroundings... just where had she gotten that dress, anyway?]

...Looks good on you. [Shinjiro wasn't the best at compliments, but it came out sounding thoughtful and genuine...and a little distant.]

[pilot_princess]

[Hey, his house his rules. Anemone rolled her eyes, waving a dismissing hand.] I'm not sick. Just got a stuffy nose. But I'll take it with me.

[Once she twirled, she grinned, grabbing the water bottle again and taking another sip.]

Thanks, Shinji! I wore it to a ball once, and I got to go dancing.

[And she spun around his table until she could just plop down next to him.] ...hey, are you alright?

[prodigal_axe]

Could get worse easy in this weather.

[Shinjiro took a couple easy swallows of his bitter liqour while Anemone twirled around. He frowned a little at what she said-- so she'd kept that dress clean since she got here? Unless...yeah now he remembered what she said earlier.]

So you just found it? I guess that means they gave us shit again... [His eyes flickered to one of the closed doors--then he blinked, startled when Anemone sat down next to him. He shrugged at her question and closed his eyes briefly.]

Yeah. Just thinking, that's all.

[pilot_princess]

I'll be careful. I do live with two doctors, after all.

[Anemone just moved a bit closer, leaning on him.] You didn't notice? [Well, noticing by how tired he looked, he probably hadn't. She pulled his coat over, throwing it over him.]

What's up?