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There was a pounding. Ahri could tell that much.

However, if you ask him if it were his head or the door? He couldn't give an answer.

With a groan, hauled himself up, almost toppling over in the process, as he dragged himself to the door.

"Been close, b'fore." Ahri mumbled as he opened the door. "This feels close enough." He shivered as the cold air blew through the door. What he wouldn't give for a heavier hoodie right now.

Ahaha. Oh the irony of where it was.

"Either come inside or kill me now. If the latter, one of us needs to leave a note for my house mate so she has an alibi.”

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He said flatly, as he leaned against the door. Longer then him anyway, if this cold had anything to say about it.

Ahri shrugged, a movement he soon regretted. "There's stuff here for soup, but I make no promises about keeping anything down. And right now I have enough medicine in me to quite literally kill a horse. I was asleep, before you decided to try and split my skull open, as well as my front door. And at this rate? I kinda wish you had succeeded with my skull."

As it was, the only thing he wanted, he couldn't have.

The idea of a hot shower was nice though. The thought of being cold after everything had cooled off? Less so. "I can give you my key, if you're that worried about it. Or if you don't like what's in the cabinets." Ahri muttered, moving to pluck them off the kitchen counter.

"Then why are you here." Ahri shot back, though it sounded more like a wheezy whine if anything else. "Some sister you are." He tacked on, which was immediately followed by a small coughing ******** hell, that hurts." He winced, his throat and lungs feeling like theyed been stabbed by a bunch of tiny needles. "I was asleep!" Ahri whined. "I thought I texted you. Maybe I just... didn't hit send." Maybe he had imagined texting her. Maybe he had just crashed that hard from this cold that he simply dreamed it happening.

Ahri passed off his keys with a roll of the eyes. "Yes 'Mom'." He quipped, before hobbling off to collect said clothing items. "Kinda gave my heaviest hoodie away but..." He had a few other things that he could use in the mean time.

He paused, standing in the doorway to his room. "Guess what blew up in my face." He mumbled. "And no, I don't wanna talk about it. My depressions bad enough as it is. I don't feel like making it worse."

Too little, too late.

"I am calm. I am also just tired. And miserable. And constantly feel like freaking ice." Ahri wondered, vaguely if this is what Cela felt all the time.

He shot her a look before rolling his eyes with a irritated sigh. "The.. thing thing. That stupid crap I was doing on my wonder. I ******** it all up." Cause of course he did. Why wouldn't he. "Again, I don't want to talk about it."

Ahri threw a hoodie and a blanket into the drier before trudging off to the bathroom for a shower. "I am fine. He grumbled. "You don't have to stay. I've just been trying to sleep through it for the most part." Brooklyn would usually peek in every few hours, not to mention Tobias also knew of the his current... predicament.

"I dunno. I could be. I ******** feel like it." He grumped.

Ahri shot her a confused look. "Well, I'm not going to sleep now. You wanted me to go take a shower. Which, I don't stink by the way. I'm at least doing that part." Which... he was gonna do right now. "Probably for the better I'm up anyway. Me sleeping the whole time I'm sick, won't help." He shrugged before trudging off to take that shower.

"And yes you will!" He shouted, muffled by the door. "That's what little sisters do. Judge."