--[Closed! | Incomplete] we can has gossip?

[thebooksaysso]

Characters: Anathema Device ( thebooksaysso ) & Gabe Weller ( hungupboots )
Setting/Location: Caravan, the top floor of....some tower or other.
Date & Time: Backdated to Day 5, evening
Warnings: None!
Summary: Time to trade notes on all the other caravan goers they've harassed so far.

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[hungupboots]

Weller had really hoped the stink would have dissipated as they reached higher levels, but he too was disappointed. It was a little less awful than back down in his room, but otherwise it was just the same unpleasantness.

It didn't help that every once and a while his stomach decided to turn over in his gut and send him running to the bathroom. Not keeping anything down certainly made Weller a tad bit crankier than normal- not to mention all the babysitting he'd managed to talk himself into.

McNeill needed to get better, then Weller would focus on his own issues. Until then, Anathema would provide some kind of distraction from his own current aches and pains.

So as her voice cut through everything- everything including Lexine asking for the second time today why he'd left her behind- he was a little relieved. "Anathema." He replied, pushing off of the wall he'd leaned against.

this is so late, I'm so so sorry DX

[thebooksaysso]

"I was starting to think I'd stumbled up the wrong tower," she replied, smile sheepish, tone attempting to remain light and casual against her headache.

"How are you feeling?" This was not the discussion they had come up here for, and it probably wasn't one that Gabe wanted, either. Ah well. He did look well enough at a glance, but at this point she knew just how little that meant. And she was allowed to be a little concerned on occasion, wasn't she? "Any better?"

perfectly ok! take all the time you need.

[hungupboots]

Weller snorted quietly at her attempt at humor- or was it? he really wasn't sure- and stopped a few feet from her. She looked much the same despite the sickness that was likely catching everyone off guard on the caravan and Weller had to wonder if maybe she was one of the lucky few not all that effected.

Her inquiry on his health made him scowl for a moment. Really, Weller had had enough of people asking after him. He was a full-grown man, surely they all could see this? "I'm fine. Nothing I won't live through." Plenty of rest would do him some good but it wasn't likely that Weller would bother.

"And yourself?" He could play at this game if everyone else insisted on it. "I'm sure this illness we've all caught hasn't dodged you." It wasn't concern that motivated him, per-say, but something like it. Curiosity was a much better word for it.

<3!

[thebooksaysso]

And that scowl told her she had been correct in her assumption! Anathema bit back a small sigh, and shook her head in reply.

"Only decided to give me a bit of a headache, thankfully," she said through a tight-lipped smile. And one or two brief hallucinations of a certain battered old junker driving after the caravan, but that could just be chalked up to homesickness. "Nothing I can't make something to fix right up. Shall we, then?"