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 Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:15 pm
EEK EEEK! COLD AIR, COLD AIR!
COOOLLD
And Nekkid (Ah ha ha, Moacyr could answer the question), certainly getting clean would prompt very little in terms of whining for a while. Instead she'd share her insight on washing her hair instead.
Like a good intelligent person.
"Well, I'd think that just getting all my hair wet with something, washing it and then rinsing it out again would take very little effort?"
AKA she had a good suggestion of 'no keepy my head under the water and my stitches will be fine' for someone who hadn't even heard the 'no soaking Asterhead' warning. Ah ha ha.
Mnnn, he'd been expecting... less of a reaction to that? However, he did have to frown a bit himself, as there was a catch-22 in there.
"I can't carry you, and most who would be able to would definitely protest. However, we'll see how much you eat, and then perhaps I'll see if I could carry you without too much strain on my bad arm."
AKA
BE A GOOD GIRL AND EAT AND THEN WE'LL GO BECAUSE I HAVE TO THINK THIS ONE THROUGH.
But the insanity there was that Kanda was actually willing to take Shae to see the pair who had almost sent her to her maker.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:50 pm
Oooh yes, quite cold indeed! But thankfully not for long, as Moacyr, with her little strip show all situated in the tub and stripped bare (poor thing), shuffled over to throw in the stopper and get the water running all nice and muscle-soothingly hot. Perhaps it'd even help Aster get her function back faster?
... Either that or she'd just be a gelatinous mess of uncoordinated FAIL for even LONGER.
"Sounds like an excellent plan," she noted pleasantly, doing a last check of the water temperature by sticking her hand under the stream to make sure it wasn't THAT scalding. Nope, more or less perfect! "Now, I'm sure there there must be something that sort, for all of the silly frivolities I've seen here..."
HMMM, well, some shuffling around in the wall storage landed her plenty of towels and shampoo and-- "Aha!" Good, a nice, sturdy cup (obviously something discarded from the table for a chip on the rim) that she could use to douse over those lovely curls and then get to scrubbing. EXCELLENT PLAN.
Ahaha, and of course Shae's brain had failed to register the practical GETTING THERE issues until a moment too late, immediately trying to retract the statement-- ... only to realize that she'd tensed the 'bad' muscles again and earn herself a little semi-audible squeakgroan of OW.
"R-Really, I didn't mean you had to--" Take more strain on my behalf, she wanted to say-- but DAMMIT, okay, even getting a little worked up was a giant mistake, because that felt absolutely nauseating now and she could barely get her tongue untied to speak again at all.
When she did, though, the fuss was already drained out of her. "I mean... y-yes, Sir... thank you..."
He'd made a pretty blatant 'BEHAVE AND EAT DAMMIT' hint at her now too, which she resigned herself to without any more signs of 'rebellion' (or speaking at all). That... soup stuff looked pretty plain and innocuous, so... yeah, she could get down at least a few spoons worth for the sake of being obedient.
... Even if she wasn't hungry for it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 11:03 pm
Ehhh, but the opposite side here was that Aster didn't exactly have fur, so Moacyr's 'just right' was actually a tad on the cold side for her.
Buuutttt.. if she whined she'd have to wait and feel nekkid even longer, so she wouldn't comment. Besides, it wasn't cold enough to be uncomfortable, so it really wasn't a losing situation in this case. She'd just wait and be semi-doted on for a while.
"They really do have a lot of everything in these tub areas. Sometimes closer than they should be. I'm pretty sure it isn't Yossarian's preference to come out smelling like the mutant child of flowers and whatever the hell those other scents are.."
Ah ha ha.
She so noticed.
And Kanda had winced for her suffering, frowning a bit before setting his glass to one side and frowning a bit. Not much to say, really, but still....
....
......
....
"Unless you change your mind." he added on lamely, since he knew very well that with his forcefulness, that was a possibility as well. Siiiiigh.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 9:10 pm
Well it was a little hard not to notice when your boyfri-- ... uh, significant other was dragging around a cloud of Lavenilla Strawmelon Oceantree WTF stench (or any partial derivative thereof), so that wasn't too surprising. Hell, chances were that Yossarian was still secretly trying to scrub the latest olfactory disaster from several days ago out of his fur...
But eh, at least the wimmenz could appreciate such things more than he was able too (... though it led to even MORE maid stalking than usual).
"Oh, there are worse things than smelling of flowers," Moacyr mused, taking up her little cup once the tub had filled a little more and pouring a nice (mostly) hot shower of water right on top of Aster's head. Mmm, now for some shampoo in one hand (pleasantly floral) and a little CAREFUL scalp massage to get it bubbly!
She'd just have to be doubly mindful of those stitches and work quickly to make sure that wound wouldn't be effected.
"......." Yeah, the 'changing of minds' was pretty likely now that Shae had realized all her follies and gotten a nice bitter dose of guilt over them, just quietly mulling over her soup until she'd forced down a grand total of six bites before finally 'giving up' on it.
Quasi-ambidextrous or not (all the cat's cradle payed off in strange ways), fighting with her spoon suddenly didn't seem worth the effort any more.
So... right, then... Geez the silence was loud.
Tick, tick, tick, tick...
"... Does it hurt much?"
Wait-- what, his wounds? Lots of seemingly out-of-the-blue questions and concerns from her this morning, huh?
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 9:36 pm
Oh prrrprrrrprrrrprrrprrrrrr!
No seriously, while she might have preferred being able to wash herself, Mom had magic fingers or something because like any good 'LOVE ME' kittens, Aster started to purr up a storm.
Just like when a cat was getting pet.
Which was actually a rather spot-on analogy, considering. "Mmmm, not if it's him. I think it deters from his manly image he's clinging to." Yes, clinging. Because all it would take would be him being caught in public smooching her to completely destroy said ego.
Which would have been a sad day indeed.
Well, at least he'd gotten some tea and soup into her system, if nothing more, Kanda actually ingesting the yogurt himself if only so they could claim later that he'd eaten something upon being harassed.
"Nnnn. No more than being stitched up should." he replied.
Which was a translation for: I'M SUPERMAN. I AM IMPERVIOUS TO PAIN AND OTHER THINGS THAT GO WITH IT.
Most of the time at least.
"Overall, I'm feeling much the same as I usually do."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 10:21 pm
Ahaha, theeere was the sweet spot! Really, Moacyr had excellent (and well-filed) nails for scalp massage, and why not try to make an otherwise less-than-desirable situation pleasant if it was within her power to do so?
Having been present for all the patching yesterday, she even knew just the spot to avoid, carefully working around it as she lathered up all those curls into a big bubbly cloud of sweet-smelling flowery froth. Scrub scrub scrub, hum hum hum. Maybe she'd get a good soft sponge and wash her back for her too, hmm?
"Well, I suppose that's true, too," she couldn't help but chuckle at the comment, "my poor son has always been so sensitive with his masculinity... Why, he still fusses like a child when Langston accidentally calls him sweetheart, you know-- glowers and sulks as if the very world's ending..."
Wait, wha-- ... Langston called him sweetheart? SERIOUSLY?
Oooh, if only the 'poor son' in question (who yet again felt the urge to sneeze as he listened to Daddy Dearest rambling on and on and on...
Well even Superman couldn't be completely impervious, could he? No matter how amazing Sir's endurance was, there still had to be a few pain receptors active to complain at him, right?...
Then again, being pathetically weak Health Fail and all, Shae was probably biased in her thinking like that.
"R... Right..."
But as always, the 'good' subordinate reflexes won out over any lingering concern or doubts, just swallowing it back down and... staring down at nothing in particular on her lap. No Del there to twitch or frolic or otherwise cheer her up, which made the whole distraction effort even more ultimately depressing. Really, her golem was broken, she was broken, and Sir was--
Oh, yeah. Much the same as usual.
... Now the silence just felt downright pathetic.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 10:52 pm
If it had been a dog getting it's tummy scratched, the tail would have been going right about then, THUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNK! But she wasn't, and she couldn't even twitch her poor little tail.
....
...
Which on the note of..
"I need to change the dressings on that soon.." she mumbled, half leaning back into Moacyr's hands as a distraction and to of course enjoy more of the prrprrrprrr goodness.
"Though Yossarian doesn't seem to mind in the least when it's me giving him the pet names..." Aster commented, having quite a few 'dears' and 'loves' tucked underneath her 'names for hubbikins' belt.
Yep, right up there with "husband".
A superman who was finishing off more fluids than the tea that Shae had ingested (AKA everything else he'd brought up)... HMMMM. SUPERMAN DID HAVE SOME MORTALITY.
RELEVENT TO INTERESTS.
Yeah, he had totally finished off several glasses of juice and water and yogurt and even the soup. Because soup was best warm and the rest was better cold.
If Shae needed anything else, he'd go back down to the kitchen to get more. But yes...
...
.......
..
Now what?
"Is there anything in particular you'd like at the current moment?" Kanda asked lamely, not sure what it was he was supposed to do as a nurse now besides, "And would you prefer to wait some time before getting some bathing in so I can change your bandages?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 12:48 am
Well Moacyr could still figure out that her little attempt at pleasantness had been successful from the EPIC PRRPURRING, so all was well and right with the world in her book!
"No need to worry there, dear," she assured daughter dearest, finally satisfied with her shampoo workings enough to grab the cup again for a good, thorough rinsing... but with special care not to dump any water in Aster's face (... or ears, though the folds helped prevent that). "I can take care of that once you're dried off, and..."
Oh, what, why was she chuckling?
"Well, I'd expect he wouldn't mind that so much. Even with the same words, there's quite a difference in semantics, given the people saying them."
Yes, good point, because 'sweetheart' coming from a doting lover (... ahaha WHAT) was certainly different than from the lips of one's IDIOTIC LOVEY-DOVEY FATHER.
But now with the hair-rinsing complete and free of incident, it was time to grab up a washcloth for-- oooh-- a nice, back rub/massage/scrub down just for added clean! Nothing better!
No shame in mortality, though! And eating aside, Sir still seemed to be getting a little more sleep than he used to on average, right?... At least, for what Shae could tell-- though it was a little difficult to gauge regardless, seeing as she always crashed before him and woke after 99 percent of the time...
Wait, though, now Pathetic Silent Time was over and she had a couple of questions to think about. Anything in particular she'd like? Aside from being able to walk again (or hell, just BREATHE WITHOUT HURTING)?
"Not... really," Sad true facts there, "a-and whatever's most convenient is alright..."
Or, translated: resigning self to total obedience position now like a good girl.
It was bad enough for someone injured (regardless of pain of 'lack' thereof) to be forced to play nurse; best not give him any more trouble than she already had... and besides, it wasn't as if she had anything better to do right now, either.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 8:44 am
That and perhaps Yossarian knew if he reacted badly to Asterfections she'd wilt and sulk for the rest of the month until he did something bold to perk her right back up again like it had never happened.
She was a rollarcoaster, frankly.
Though there was no 'lover' there. That would require nekkids and other stuff that involved the nekkid. He was just her highly significant other/hubbikins/ohlordwassheclingy? Nope, not going to dote on that worry, because then she'd distance herself and he'd think something was horribly horribly wrong with her.
Which would be a bad thing in the given scenerio.
Because if he pressed on 'WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU', she'd...
....
.....
Not really be able to escape the topic.
OH PRRRPRRRRPRRRRPRRRR. Between Yoss and his Mother, it was a surprise she hadn't run out of prrprrs.
....
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............
That didn't help him at all. He didn't know what it was he was supposed to be doing, so he'd just been trying to get ideas from her so he wouldn't flounder hopelessly.
Because he had no idea what to do for her at the given point in time (which was rather obvious from the look of woe that formed on his face...), sort of tapping his fingers on his knee, before half-sighing.
"That didn't exactly help."
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 12:35 pm
Oh, there was no 'perhaps' about it; Yossarian knew without a doubt exactly what would happen if he fussed and groaned about the woman's doting any longer, and quite frankly he had gotten to the point where it was just less of a pain to let her gush all over him than it was to deal with the inevitable FAIL WIBBLING alternative.
Such was the life of the whipped, sigh.
Mmm, but while Aster kept on prrprrprrpurring dreamily, Mommy Dearest could make sure she'd gotten her all nice and squeaky clean from scalp to tail (quite literally), finishing up her ritual with a visual once over and a smile of "there we are" before going to grab a few super-fluffy towels and--
O SHI--
Time to get tugged up from under the arms and back to the edge of the tub for drying off, yep (and she made sure to throw one over the girl's waist and shoulders just to ease any lingering 'OH GOD NAKED' feelings, too).
See, that hadn't been half as dreadful as Aster had been anticipating, right?
And oh, poor Shae (and Kanda too, huh), just trying to make things easier and winding up with a completely opposite turnout. He had frowned, and now she had frowned too, guiltily, ears sinking back a bit (which was an accomplishment, really, seeing as they were perpetually stuck in a submissive position) and tempted to mirror that half-sigh... except she would've regretted it instantly, and knew it.
Stupid ribs.
"I-I'm sorry..." What, and now apologizing? Well, she had failed in the help department, so it was at least semi-justified (by her logic). "Just... really, anything is alright... i-if it's bandage that need to be changed, or... I don't have a preference, Sir..."
She tried so hard, really. Tried and failed.
It had just been a long time (years and years) since she'd gotten this physically chewed up.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 6:13 pm
PRRPR- OHGODNEKKIDANDCOLD. WHIII-
Ohae, everything was all better now! EIGHT DEE. Or something akin to the eight-dee. Since dry would definitely lead to dressed which would lead to warm which would lead to hubbikins (heart heart heart) coming back into the room and perhaps getting a little TLC snugglings a-
GROWWWWWWWWWWWL
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Oh yeah, food had been in her agenda last night, hadn't it? But then being whisked off to sit and chat with the 'rents and Yossarian had taken over and then her hubbikins had turned into an ANGREH BEAST and killed the world.
Okay, so he hadn't killed anything, but still.
"Oops..."
Well, that was a little more for him to work with, since leaving it to him was horribly...
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...
Yeah. Just yeah.
Kanda said nothing as he rose, taking the effort to pull Shae's covers off before scooping the girl up in his arms, albeit leaving the 'heavier' weight (AKA everything above the knees) to his better arm as he hoisted her, SOMEHOW keeping from making some horrible face.
And now, like Aster and Moacyr before them, OFF TO THE BATHROOM!
...
.....
With anybody else it probably would have been nasty horrible.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 7:48 pm
And little did Aster know that food had been on the agenda that morning, too... except that dearest Yossarian-- who'd originally been off on a mission to FIND some of the stuff for them-- had (unfortunately) been dragged off to suffer infinite distraction by his father's hand.
... Which meant that the girl was on her own for food, or at least at the mercy of Mommy for it instead.
"My, goodness, that's quite a fearsome sound..." Moacyr couldn't hold in a light laugh at the oh-so-tremendously snarly noise, giving her 'victim's' shoulder a little pat. "Well, I'm sure we can find something proper to eat once we're all wrapped up, hmm? Langston can't be rambling too much longer, anyway..."
On that note, now that she'd gotten all of the excess water toweled off (or at least, as much as one could really get), it was time to do the old pluck-up-and-lift routine (towels and all!) to carry her back to-- ohae, was it right back to bed with her? Well, it was much easier to dress Aster there than on the edge of a tub where she might fall and crack her skull open.
Okay, seemed like Sir was planning to move h-- OW OW OW, OKAY, MAYBE THAT HAD BEEN A BAD IDEA TOO.
Well at least Shae was nice and discrete about any mild (AHAHA) discomfort the trip might've earned, keeping her mouth shut and her features as controlled as possible (... even if there was still a bit of cringing) as, once again, she found herself stuck in the role of FAIL LUGGAGE on the way to the...
Ah, bathroom-- bathing room? What was the proper name, exactly?
Well, no matter. Bodily maintenance was just one of those things that had to be done sooner or later, so... might as well get it over with and be done.
... And for the record, yeah, put anyone BUT them in their position and it would've been a disaster. They were just sort of... special like that.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 8:17 pm
Aster's face turned an odd shade of pink at the comment about her noisy stomach. Oh yes, that was a noisy belly indeed.
A-
EEEEEK!
Oh. Just back to bed for her then, was it? That quieted her quickly enough, Aster just continuing to ragdoll as she was put back into bed and doing her best (ah ha ha) not to squirm during 'This lovely dress was made to cover up a nekkid kitten' session.
"Well, Anything would be good, really... proper or not.." Aster admitted.
Oh yes.
No need to hunt down something extravagent in exchange for making her belly rumble on for a longer amount of time.
Oh yes, he had been careful as hell, but still ended up jarring her poor ribs, frowning a bit. He hadn't displaced her bad rib had he?
Well, he was going for not, and sticking with it, heading off to the bathing area and giving the room a quick search before he sat and set her down (gently, gently!) into the empty tub, frowning just a tad more.
Well.... guess it was his job to, once again, remove clothing and the like, keeping as straight of a face as possible.
Only Kanda and Yossarian wouldn't be making 'WTF AM I DOING??" faces at the given time, huh?
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 9:02 pm
Hmm, now then, to find a good set of clo-- ah! A nice pair of slacks and a lavender cotton overshirt (rare fabric for someone to keep around Salig, but comfortable indoors) would do nicely, tugging her prized 'finds' out of the armoire and heading back to put them to good use in a hurry. After all, it'd be dreadful to let poor Aster get a chill!
"Well proper only means good to eat, so far as I'm concerned," the woman noted conversationally, almost tempted to hug as she tugged the little fuzzy feet through either pant leg and yanked. THERE. "I'll be honest with you; this place is a little too fancy for my tastes as well... I'd much rather be cooking at home..."
Oh yes, home-- wasn't the quartet being plotted against for a little 'vacation time' back there?
"Well, no harm to indulging the hospitality, though..." she added, moving on to shirt buttoning aaand... "There we are, all done!" Then, a slightly more serious, contemplating look followed. "... Mm, maybe we should tame that hair a bit while it's still wet, though--"
Knock knock!
Oh? Visito-- "... Oh daaarling, Yossarian and I are all finished up! Are we permitted to enter?"
"Yes, dear. You're free to come in."
Well, not just visitors, but husbands and boyfriends-- and little girls, too! Roselyn was the first to run in between the two males, eyes lighting up at the sight of her darling big sister on the bed... which she promptly leapt up on (albeit with help from Mommy... tall mattress was tall) to throw her arms around her in a shaky hug.
On the bright side, though, jarred ribs (though thankfully not knocked out of place too horribly) aside, Shae was actually more physically capable than Aster, if not less comfortable in her movements, and made the effort to help... uh... 'facilitate' things with the one arm arm she could use without tears.
... Though god, even for her-- for them-- it felt just the tiniest bit peculiar to be stripping with (... or getting stripped by) her male companion. Not that 'body shyness' was really even the issue (for one, he'd already seen what she was really 'guilty' over, and for two... well, that wasn't something she had the luxury for in her position), but... yes. Peculiar was a good work for it.
Changing from that subject, though, maybe the hot water would help relieve her muscle pains a bit?
It was wishful thinking, anyway.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 9:19 pm
Oh good, dressed and attacked with hugs. Hugs were good, yes. Aster offered Roselyn a big strong vibrating (though the bed ate all of the 'vibrating' parts of it) prrrprrrprrr in greeting, pressing her cheek against the top of Roselyn's head.
"And good morning to you too, sweetheart~!" she greeted, lifting her head to send "OMGLOVELOVE" vibes at Yossarian before looking back to Moacyr.
Y'know, if she wasn't smothered by 'I CAN HAS SENSE THE LOVE' waves from Langston in the near future. Ah ha ha.
"Mmmm, I think my hair could use a good brushing. We'll have mess either way, but if we dont' do it while it's wet, then getting it to do anything later will be a pain in the a**."
Ah yes, like any woman, so insightful about her hair.
Well.. ummm...
...
....
He didn't exactly need to strip to clean up his shoulder, so once all that pesky clothing was out of the way, he folded it up like a good Househusbandpillowfluffercrutchnursecarryhorselifesavingshouldertocryonbodyguard.
Which left him to carefully unwrap the bandaging from Shae's torso, neatly rolling it up, then proceeding to unwrap his own, setting them aside before moving to fill the tub with CLEAN warm water, allowing the tub to fill while he sought out a washtowel, towels, and soap to clean both of them with.
Though naturally he did offer a washtowel and the like to Shae as well so she could do some washing herself.
Because all he was really concerned with was making sure the water level didn't go over her stitches and cleaning both the stitches and all the attached muscule areas.
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