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 Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 5:30 pm
It was the magic of Asterkitten, plain and simple. Only not so simple. They really weren't a simple pair at all. Outside of the fact that they weren't one of those 'we love each other but we'll frown and refuse to admit it for 20+ years'.
However, after so much spoonfeeding, she got to the point where she just leaned away and frowned. Kind of like a baby when they wanted to emphasize for mommy that no we don't want anymore of the stuff.
"Nnn.... I'm okay.."
Yes, all the better to be a talking kitten instead of making it seem as though she'd suddenly lost her vocal cords in all of the..
...
.....
What? Ten minutes?
They'd been eating.
MMMM. DELICIOUS FEWWWWWD.
Oh bah.
She was simply there and good company. All he'd ever need to ask for. She didn't make herself too big of a hassle (in fact, she was allowed to ask more of him), didn't force conversation, brought up interesting stuff in terms of Shakespeare (which he'd never read) and other...
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...
Well dammit, she made his life less serious some times.
"Yes, but I know you'd be there if I did need to lean back."
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 8:55 pm
"... Hnn, if you say so."
Well he'd more or less been expecting an eventual 'rebellion' against his efforts and, quite frankly, he was just surprised it hadn't happened sooner-- but no matter; she'd gotten enough in her for him to feel satisfied and let it go without an argument.
Now to just shove a few more bites down his own throat (he'd been a little distracted with the whole sp-- ... forkfeeding mess) until he was satisfied, take the mostly-cleared (ish) plates off the bed and back onto the tray from whence they had come.
Which left... not much of anything to do that he could think of, actually, having suddenly hit the exact same roadblock as his rival a few minutes back. The resident semi-gimp had gotten her bath in, changed clothes for the day, ate breakfast, and...
".............."
Yeah, unless he wanted to drag her out via piggyback to go sightseeing (oh the looks it would've gotten) or something, he had no ideas.
Well just being there (or even good company) seemed hardly like a fair trade for getting dragged (sometimes forcibly) from the jaws of INEVITABLE DEATH on multiple occasions in Shae's mind, which was hardly appeased, but...
At the same time, she couldn't deny the truth of that statement, either.
"... True enough." A very quiet and admittedly (STILL) pathetic concession, but it was still a white flag and the inevitable sign of giving up and giving in. "Maybe i-it just feels a little one-sided... because it's never been necessary, then..."
Yes, that could be it, she told herself; he just hadn't been required to lean on her yet, but still... Seriously, would he ever? Strange 'minor' illnesses aside (and that was only the one time), Sir was practically Superman; hell, he was full of more holes than HER right now and STILL playing... nurse... or househusband or something. How could he ever be in such a weak state that she was capable of being the supporter instead?
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 9:51 pm
Uhhh...
...
......
Yeah, she had nothing. So she just sort of... sat there. As it was all she was capable of doing, really. Redundant reminder was redundant. She wasn't trying to be particularly stubborn about anything to be argued about, she'd had her cuddle-desire mostly satiated...
...
..........
....
Hmmmmm.
"I get the feeling today is going to be long."
While he felt like a bully for beating her back into a state of submission (that sounded so abusive!), perhaps it would be enough for her to get that he didn't mind.
"... That's because it'll all strike at once..."
And there it was again! His little cryptic implication that he was just going to FALL DOWN DEAD (ah ha ha) sooner or later from something or other he hadn't named for her yet.
Or maybe he was just saying that karma would catch up to him.
Because Karma caught up with all of them.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 11:16 pm
... AHAHAHAHA, OH, ASTER HAD NO IDEA.
Or maybe she did, actually, considering that she'd been stuck in the gimpy position and all. Granted that Yossarian would be 'stuck' playing caregiver for however long she needed, but at least he was capable of getting up and moving around when he really felt like it, which was a step above the poor girl's (absolutely pathetic) situation.
Sigh.
"I imagine you'd be correct," he grumbled lamely in response, heaving a deeeeeep sigh and passing a nonchalant look back over his shoulder to the parentals-- who were apparently quite distracted by their own conversational musings of this and that and whatever and who. All the better for him, really...
"But it will pass eventually," he added, staring off at... nothing in particular, actually. Time felt as if it was moving by at a sluggish trickle, and he just had to sit there and bear with it. "At least we've something to... look forward to, I suppose, in the near future..."
Yes, that was right; they'd be getting out of there tomorrow and having a much-needed change of scenery! That was definitely a plus!
And surely, it couldn't be any worse than Salig, right? No snow, no maids, no psychotic spawn of homicidal maniacs trying to kill them...
Yes, a plus indeed. He couldn't leave this wretched place behind fast enough.
Neither could Shae, for that matter... but no, that wasn't even on her mind at the moment, still too wrapped up in her own feeble 'conversation' attempts with Sir, frowning anew at the eerily cryptic implications of that statement, but...
No, no, maybe she was over-thinking it. Even if she could recall a few similarly unsettling comments before, that didn't mean it was actually...
"W-Well then, I... promise I'll be present to help you get through it, Sir..."
Yes, through it, past it, over it, through it to keep on going. She'd been very careful in the word choice.
Because dammit, even if Karma was unavoidable, that didn't mean it'd win in the end, right? Hell, if that wasn't true, she would've 'died' already and never come back. See? Literal living proof that the unavoidable could occasionally be avoided... or at least cheated a little, which was just fine, too.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 10:02 am
Oh yes, she didn't have the ability to do much more than nap and be pretty. Which was sadly unfortunate for her. Because she was slooooooooooowly going to go out of her mind.
And be horribly oblivious to the fact that downstairs a little nobreed and her two fullbreed half-siblings had totally made a run for it off into the snow. Who knew if they were 'never to be seen again' or not.
Nope, she was a little gimp up in bed feeling about ready to nod off from boredom, or rather from a lack of anything to do. Sob sob. So she'd just...
...
Uh..
.....................
.............................
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Whine.
Oh yes, that topic had been neatly avoided. At least from Kanda's point of view. Last thing he needed to explain to Shae was that his body was slowly killing itself. Maybe a tad less now that he wasn't.. y'know.... starving himself and never sleeping.
That would have just been INSANE.
Oh wait.
Kanda just nodded a bit at her reassurances before the odd silence fell over them again.... Well damn, he didn't exactly have anything to say about anything at the given time, did he?
CONVERSATION FAIL.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 1:24 pm
Well, there went the neighborhood (killers that was), but Yossarian knew nothing of such fiendish gettings away, nor were thoughts of the delinquents even at the front of his mind for consideration right then. As far as he was concerned, those wretched curmudgeons had been stowed away for dealing with by the proper authorities and that was that...
Ahaha, well, hopefully Loretta and Carlos would at least have the good sense to stay away from any of them from then on, lest they wanted their arms ripped off and their guts run through by disgruntled swordsmen.
.... Which was doubtful.
But uh... yeah, nothing to do but wait for time to pass now, huh?
"..." Though Aster didn't seem to want to do so very quietly, earning herself a look of exasperation and a good massage at his temples. "It can't be helped, alright," he more or less grumbled, "it's not as if I prefer we spend our time idling uselessly in a stagnant room..."
Hmm, he'd even used the 'we' pronoun there instead of 'I' or 'you'! Curious use of language, but eh. At least his father hadn't heard it (or didn't comment, which was just as fine).
AH HA HA, oh, Kanda only thought it had been avoided, but Shae was far from ignorant on the topic anyway. After all, it wasn't exactly natural in the first place to be capable of SUPERHUMAN (...superkoshka?) STRENGTH on such pathetic rations and little or no sleep, and then suddenly being stricken with some seemingly innocuous cold only to be semi-debilitated for a MONTH STRAIGHT?
Yeah, even an idiot probably could've figured that something was off with him if she really mulled it over, and she was far sharper than that.
... She just didn't want to acknowledge the real weight of the implication, that was all (and what a terrible subject for already-injured people anyway). So...
..............
Her watch seemed to be the only thing will to 'speak' (and oh how repetitive it was with that same sound over and over) right then, leaving the girl to just... give up and (OH SO CAREFULLY, owowow...) sag back against her small mountain of pillows, staring off at nothing in particular.
Cough (OW SHI--) cough. It... was conversation fail instead.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 2:02 pm
And then there was silence as she attempted to (and actually had a little success!) sink into the bed.
"But I can't feel my arms and leeeeggggggssss..." she whimpered. Which was.. actually a well founded concern, seeing as it was a sign of paralysis. Not that she knew this little tidbit, but she was still put off by it.
AHHHHH.
Yeah.... not much else for her to talk about there.
And frankly, he didn't want to talk about it anyways, so the topic was better off avoided. Since immortality fail was pretty...
...
......
...
Yeah.
Kanda half-frowned and looked off towards the window, tapping one finger on his knee and... just allowing the conversation and activity (or lack of) to flounder about helplessly.
Because they were both suffering fail at the given moment.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 3:00 pm
Well duh she couldn't feel her arms and legs, Yossarian wanted to point out, almost tempted to gape at the painful obviousness of her statement... until he remembered that, yes, it was possible to feel one's body without having any control over it.
Though that didn't mean it was any more serious than her limbs falling asleep or something. Why'd she have to whimper and whine over such simple, petty inconveniences, again?
"Well that's simply because they haven't moved for a while," he informed her flatly, deciding that he might as well just play along, suck it up, and humor her concerns to avoid any MORE fretting. "Muscles require working in order to maintain proper circulation."
Of course 'work' was just a codeword for being moved, which... she actually wasn't capable of at the moment, so responsibility fell on him to 'fix' it for her, huh? Well, that was just dandy, but-- "... Here." Waaait a second, why was he picked up her arm and... running a hand up it? SOME KIND OF HORRIBLE MOLESTATION WHILE SHE WAS IMMOBILE?
Actually, he was just forcing all the muscles in said arm to move a bit via a very clumsy... awkward... improperly performed and inevitably brief massage to get things 'working' again so he could prove that she WASN'T turning into a cripple for real.
Aaand flounder the conversation did, as Shae really didn't have anything more or say or... really the breath to say it, (not so) content to get out the new cough which had chosen to give her ribs ALL SORTS OF JOY and, when that was finally abated, silently beat away the winces and catch her breath again. God, she hoped that wouldn't be a lingering issue...
Though it seemed to be proving itself as just that already when another one-- a particularly bad one-- snuck up and knocked the wind right out of her, deciding that, yes, okay, it was probably better not to talk anymore and... and.................
... Huh, she'd completely forgotten what she was thinking about, but that was probably because she'd just... suffered something between a lapsing out, a passing out, and a falling asleep thereafter. Whoopsie.
Well, it wasn't that surprising, really; after all, she was no Superman.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 3:32 pm
Because to him it was 'petty', to her it was not so much. Bu-
OGOD, TICKLE, TICKLE, TICKLE! CAN HAS FEEL LIMB, AHHH!
No really, if she'd been able to squirm she probably would have, instead settling on some squeaking for all of his efforts instead. As molested limbs were more touch-sensitive than one would have expected.
But eh, mass giggling was also a positive. In fact, it almost seemed as though she was at least enjoying the fact they were doing something. Certainly silliness wasn't something that Yossarian would have been prone to in any shape or form..
..
But Aster was certainly making everything look silly in and of her own power.
And then she was out. Kanda sighed a bit when he looked back over only to see his companion out like the dead (ah ha ha) before he took up the blanket she'd been tucked into earlier to..
..
Well, tuck her back into it.
But once that task was finished, it was off to do other things...
.........
........
Like take the tray back down to the kitchen.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 4:54 pm
O SHI--
Okay, tickling had definitely not been the objective here-- but on the bright side, that meant she could feel what he was doing significantly enough to be all... squirmy and vocal about it, which had to be a positive. The muscles had only needed a little stimulation to get blood pumping again and-- ...
.........
Oh, dammit, his father was watching them. He couldn't see it, but he could feel those jovial eyes BURNING INTO HIM AND KNEW HE'D NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT.
God, the man was probably even going so far as to think the they were f... fl... flir... no no NO THEY WERE NOT. PERIOD. END OF STATEMENT. But oh there was already hushed whispering going on between the parentals and Roselyn was looking all confused and that giggling did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO HELP HIS POSITION...
But the worst part of all? Because Aster seemed to be enjoying it so damn much and somehow cheering up and no longer whining (and it was WORKING apparently), he had no choice really but to... keep on doing it despite the 'show' it had started up, finishing with the working of that first arm and then taking the other one to work through.
He just... wouldn't comment or make any faces to give anyone an even worse impression of it. Yes, that was a BRILLIANT PLAN.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:11 pm
And Aster was none the wiser about how giggly squeaky ticklish lovekittens were attracting fatherly attentions to their 'flirting'. Or fixing of kitten circulation. Whatever it actually was.
But like all good things... or all ticklish things (whichever), she eventually settled down after all limb molestation was complete and just giggled, sinking into the bed and nuzzling into the pillows that were supporting her head.
Mmmm..
Prrrrprrrrrrprrrrrrrrrrprrrrrrrrprrrrrrrrrprrrrrrrrrrrrprrrrrrrrrrprrrrrrrrrrprrrrrrrrrrrprrrrrrrrr
The vibrations were devoured by the bed, certainly, but that didn't stop her own purring from being enough to lul her right back into a state of half-slumber.
Not quite asleep, but not quite awake. Tired kitten was tired, but perhaps that would allow the 'long day' to go by quickly.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:49 pm
Well LUCKY ASTER FOR HER IGNORANT BLISS. Because Yossarian was far from either of those things, putting up a valiant struggling against the grimace that wanted desperately to leak across his face as he heard Daddy Dearest actually literally squealing (albeit quietly) at the antics of his 'adorable darling son and daughter' together...
AGH. Just... AGH!
The bristling male's features remained surprisingly tempered as he finished up, however, having willed every last fiber of self-control within him to maintain an air of relative calm until said 'daughter' (or significant other from his perspective) had straggled off into a state of purring semi-coherent bliss, probably bound to pass out like a cat in the sun within the next couple of minutes.
Good, then. That meant she would be able to sleep away a good chunk of the day and, more importantly, wouldn't be whimpering at him for lack of things to do anymore.
All was aaalmost well, which meant he only needed to...
Ahaha, thank god for telepathic (or just freakishly perceptive) mothers, as Moacyr discretely stepped in to distract Langston with a few whisperings of sweet nothing while he 'worked', shoving the their leftover breakfast tray onto the nightstand for dealing with later so he could... y'know, do that proper tucking in thing and... uh... well...
He had to steal a glance over his shoulder to make SURE his father wasn't looking (oh please please please NO) before he did it, still feeling the odd inclination to grimace as he leaned down a bit and discretely kissed her forehead. It was just one of those 'for the sake of being a proper partner and comforter' things, really, but... hey, doing it here and now took a lot of gall, so...
There. Now everything was in finally wrapped up and in order.
... All he needed to do now was wait for tomorrow (and what a wait it would be).
::fin::
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