Second Night [voice]

[rainbwinthedark]

*Dio got the vaccine...but now he's sick. And more pissed off about than ever*

... Being a human is worthless...completely worthless. Useless, weak body. *he coughs* Stuck in the bed. Useless.

Comments

[bustydefense]

I can't make you un-human, but I can try to help make you feel better.

[rainbwinthedark]

...Can you now?

[bustydefense]

I can. I'm not a miracle worker, but I imagine that it would be miserable to prepare food when one is sick.

[rainbwinthedark]

If I even felt like eating...

[bustydefense]

Your body may need it eventually.

[rainbwinthedark]

It does now...

[bustydefense]

It's unfortunately how human bodies work.

[rainbwinthedark]

I gathered that. I haven't forgotten the feeling of hunger.

[bustydefense]

I would like to help you if I can.

[rainbwinthedark]

*on the one hand, he's too proud to admit he needs help...on the other hand, starving to death doesn't sound like a good option, either*

...Very well.

[bustydefense]

Where do you live?

[rainbwinthedark]

770 Bunker Street.

[bustydefense]

Give me a few minutes.

[In a bit, you have Mia knocking on your door]

[rainbwinthedark]

*Dio is the one who answers to door, looking absolutely ragged. He squints at the light*

... Do come in.

[bustydefense]

Thank you. You don't need to stay. Go lie down and keep warm. I'll bring you some water and juice.

[rainbwinthedark]

*He gives her the slightest of smiles and shuffles back over to where he's been laying on the couch.*

Why on earth are you doing this? Some meaningless 'kindness of your heart' tripe?