6th Fairy Tale § Voice/Action

[tehoniongirl]

[Jilly had been quiet since the love experiment and draft. It had been too much, in too short a period of time, and she’d needed to think. And one of the ways that she did that best was with her art. She’d gone out occasionally, little forays into town or the woods to stretch stiff limbs and replenish her dwindling supply of groceries, but

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[hippocraticly]

[ despite the rain, McCoy is outside today and shopping for supplies in order to improve his house security. his train of thought is derailed when he notices Jilly splashing in puddles nearby and he raises an eyebrow at the dark-haired girl from underneath his umbrella. ]

[tehoniongirl]

[no umbrella for this one. Her hair is plastered to her head from being out in the deluge too long, but her smile only widens when she spots him] Doctor!

[waving one hand, she'll stop her spinning long enough to seem more like the adult she really is, coming over to join him]

[hippocraticly]

[ Jilly can prance and skip over to him all she wants, but it's not going to save her from the inevitable rebuke. although it is heartening to see her more cheerful after the last conversation they had and his lips curve into a slight smile. ] You enjoying the weather, kid?

[tehoniongirl]

You aren't?

[hippocraticly]

Actually, I prefer it to all that damn snow. [ which means he's adequately fond of rain. ] Not enough to jump into puddles though.

[tehoniongirl]

[a laugh] But that's half the fun!

[hippocraticly]

You're going to get a cold. [ ah, there it is. the scolding. although he does say this while holding out his umbrella so she's half protected from the rain. ]

[tehoniongirl]

[he gets a fond smile as she obligingly steps under the umbrella's protection...not that it takes back the fact she's already soaked through]

Then I'll make sure to eat plenty of chicken soup.

[hippocraticly]

[ chicken soup. These home remedies are going to put him out of a job. ]

Better get started now then.

[tehoniongirl]

[shaking her head] I'm not going to get sick.

[hippocraticly]

You sound sure of yourself.

[tehoniongirl]

Maybe I am. I don't get sick that often. [and she's not the type to really slow down when she does. Or...not easily, anyway]

[hippocraticly]

[ McCoy is used to the inane immune systems of some people in this place, so he accepts that with a shrug. he lifts his head to watch the water sluice from the umbrella onto since it's a lot easier to concentrate on that than look at the girl who, last time they spoke, had been devastated with news from the draft. ] How've you been holding up, kid? Busy?

[tehoniongirl]

[nodding, following his gaze to the falling water. She's less uncomfortable, but there's still an unspoken tension let from biting off his head the last time they'd talked]

I've been trying. Mostly just painting a lot. I figured it was time to get out.

[hippocraticly]

[ McCoy is used to people biting his head off. it comes with the perks of being a doctor on a starship full of -- what he would call -- infants and a household full of passive aggressive people. ]

Did painting help?

[tehoniongirl]

[a small smile] It usually does.