Room 238, Sunday Morning

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto cracked open an eye and groaned as a stray beam of light set off a blinding headache. She buried her head back under the pillow.

You'd think she'd know better by now than to get involved in things like last night's drinking game.

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[can_be_more]

Aeryn's head is half under a pillow. It is also pounding. So it will stay under the pillow.

In fact, the pillow will come over a little this way and cover her head entirely.

[whitedeathpod]

John doesn't have much of a headache but he is feeling very blah. So, he just curls in closer to Aeryn and presses his head against her chest to try and dull the blah.

[can_be_more]

Aeryn pulls the pillow off her head so she can look at him. And murmurs, "Hi."

[whitedeathpod]

"No talky," he whines and squeezes his eyes shut.

[can_be_more]

She obliges and just runs a hand up and down his back instead.

[whitedeathpod]

"Hm." He stretches a bit but doesn't move away.

[can_be_more]

She would ask how he's feeling. But he said no talking. So she just keeps it up.

[whitedeathpod]

"You okay?" he manages to mumble.

[can_be_more]

"Mm," she answers quietly. "Headache. I'll take something for it."

[whitedeathpod]

"Okay." He huffs a little and buries his face in her neck. "You were cuddly last night."

[Off for about a half hour. Be back soon!]

[can_be_more]

"I'd also been drinking for a long time," she says, closing her eyes again. She stretches her legs, accidentally bumps his foot, and leaves hers there anyway.

[whitedeathpod]

"You got anything to do today?"

[can_be_more]

Aeryn starts to shake her head a little- bad move to begin with- and then remembers. "Frell."

[whitedeathpod]

"Wha?" John mumbles, slitting his eyes open slightly.

[can_be_more]

"I told Parker I'd spar with her," she sighs.

[whitedeathpod]

"Cancel," he says quietly.