has_a_horn: (pout | wtf)
has_a_horn ([personal profile] has_a_horn) wrote in [community profile] bigapplesauce2015-08-17 09:46 pm

the cure for what ails ya [open]

(slight sickness related grossness in the following)

He wakes up sore, and not in a fun way. He groans, and every muscle in his body protests as he swings his legs around the edge of the bed and sits up. What the hell is this? He stomach feels wrong and his head is pounding like he's got the worst hangover imaginable. Actually, worse than imaginable because when he attempts to heal himself, nothing happens.

There's something on his face- he lifts a hand and "Ughh-" that's definitely snot on his face. There is snot where it definitely should not be. At least when he goes to wipe it away, it disappears.

Whatever this is, he clearly needs help. A moment later, he arrives lying face down on Johnny's bed.

He groans. "Johnny, I've been cursed. Probly the rift. You need to-" He waves a hand vaguely then coughs, and for a moment he feels like he might just keep coughing forever, but it passes. "-call Aziraphale. He needs to come'n do something." He's ill. Surely this is what it feels like to be deathly ill, and if Aziraphale can't heal him, maybe he can reverse whatever curse the rift or whoever has put on him.

(He'll be with Johnny for a while, but later he'll be up at his place again, likely flopped in bed. Anyone is free to visit then)
driftseeker: (hope is a fragile thing)

[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-09-07 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I can call Johnny," she says as she rises and retrieves one of the pillows from his bed. "But I don't know where he is. I just thought he went out." She heard him leaving the building earlier and had not thought to question something so routine, but it must have been in search of some in-home remedies.

She hands it to him and bites the inside of her cheek to hold back a smile. Distantly amusing as Gabe's plight might be, he clearly is in a lot of discomfort, and she doubts her landlord would take kindly to her laughing at him.

She digs her phone from her pocket and scrolls through the woefully short list of contacts. "Do you have anything like tea or soup?" Even once she knows when Johnny might be back, she does not feel fully comfortable just leaving while Gabe is so openly miserable.
driftseeker: (got those jet pack blues)

[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-09-07 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"It helps to drink some if you're sick," she explains as she rummages through the kitchen cupboards. It's possible he does not actually need to eat, so tea might be the better choice. The least she can do is test the sorts of remedies she would try in his position and hope one of them sticks.

Most everything in the cabinet seems to be caffeinated, which is not heavily conducive to clearing one's sinuses, but further investigation uncovers honey and lemon juice. That will have to be sufficient.

She hits the call button and waits for the water to heat.
Edited 2015-09-07 17:27 (UTC)
johnny_truant: (calm | surface tension | oh u)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-09-07 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Daniel's departure obviously wasn't intentional, but there's nothing much Johnny can do about it, and he won't pretend it doesn't make his life a little bit easier. He sighs and picks up the pace a bit to get to Gabe's building, letting himself in and heading up the stairs. His phone starts buzzing in his pocket - probably Gabe wondering where the heck he is - so he shifts his groceries to one hand and digs it out.

It's Mako, oddly enough. He glances toward her apartment as he gets up to their floor, but she probably wouldn't be calling him if she were in. He keeps moving up to Gabe's, answering the call and lifting the phone to his ear.

"Hey," he says, reaching Gabe's door and shouldering it open. "What's-"

Oh. Mako's... here. Probably calling him at Gabe's behest.

And Gabe is on the floor now.

Excellent.

"I was gone for like twenty minutes, tops," he says, immediately shutting off the phone and sliding it back into his pocket. He sets his bags down on the coffee table and moves over to Gabe. Either Mako just happened to come up at the wrong moment or Gabe was desperate enough to call for her help - either way, poor Mako - but he'll see to her in a second. "Come on, you big baby, get up."
johnny_truant: (bewildered)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-09-08 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh my god," says Johnny, halfway between exasperation and amusement, as he aims to steer Gabe into the bedroom. He stalls out both at Gabe's silent request for the couch, and at the sight of the other presence on the floor by the bed.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," he says. "I see Aziraphale was super helpful."

Scout lifts his head, his tail wagging gently like he wants to come over and greet Johnny, but ultimately he seems unwilling to forsake his apparently very comfortable spot on the unconscious angel's back.

"Jesus, can't let you outta my sight for a minute," he says lightly, helping Gabe to the couch, setting him up with a pillow and a blanket. "I'm fine, see? Just went to get some stuff for you, like I said. Mako's right about the soup. That's why I got some." He reaches into his bag and pulls out a can of chicken noodle, waggling it at him. "Look, whatever this is, I think it's safe to assume it's just folks like you and the argyle avenger in there who are being affected. That means you're gonna have to take the advice of us lowly humans today. We know how to deal with the flu, all right? Just sit tight, let us help you."

He turns away, giving Mako a look as he heads into the kitchen. "Thank god you're here," he mutters. "Sorry about all this. I mean, I could... probably use an extra pair of hands, if..." He shrugs. This is not exactly prime hang-out material, but she's here, and she's already heating water. That's a good sign, right?

He lays out his purchases on the counter: soup, cayenne, ginger root, and NyQuil. "Last resort," he says softly, pointing to the latter. "What're you making?"
driftseeker: (stare into the distance like i dont care)

[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-09-08 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
She's intensely relieved when Johnny answers, and even more so when he enters not a minute after and confirms what she's been speculating; symptoms as inconvenient as a sore throat and a fever levered upon beings unaccustomed to coping with such things would take them off guard. Whatever concern she had been steadily nursing dissolves upon contact with Johnny's good-natured levity. Clearly he has been dealing with this sort of occurrence - and Gabe - for much longer than she has.

She bites her lip and turns to the kitchen counter in an attempt to stifle her amusement.

"I was going to make tea," she says, surveying Gabe's selection beneath a furrowed brow. "Though honey with lemon might be better. Everything he has is caffeinated." And while Aziraphale's untidy sprawl over the floor may not be very helpful, it certainly would be the right idea in terms of getting rest.
johnny_truant: (musing)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-09-08 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm." Johnny nods at her assessment, gets her a mug and the bottle of lemon juice they have mostly for drink mixing. "Yeah, that'll be good. We can sprinkle a little of this in there, too. Clear out the sinuses." He unearths a cheese grater, meaning to start on the ginger, then changes his mind and pulls out a pot and a can opener. Soup's more important.

"How you been?" he asks Mako conversationally, like this isn't totally weird.
driftseeker: (intrigued by this)

[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-09-08 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Johnny, for his part, seems to have adjusted to the situation nicely. It's helpful to have another human around, and she smiles slightly as she sets the water heating.

"It's been an interesting day," she says, completely truthfully. "I take it this isn't normal."

Not if Gabe's reaction is any indicator.

"Does he usually not eat?" she asks with a faint frown.
johnny_truant: (not having it)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-09-08 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Plenty of candy," Johnny adds, raising his voice right back at him. He empties the can of soup into the pot and then turns to Gabe, gesturing at him with a wooden spoon. "Be nice to Mako. She doesn't have to be here."

He starts the soup on a low heat and gives it an occasional stir.

"You can't have candy right now," he says. "Sugar'll make you feel way worse. Trust me."
driftseeker: (ummmm unsure)

[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-09-08 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
She looks between them uncertainly. She had not meant for Gabe to overhear, though perhaps she should have accounted for angelic hearing, assuming that is not malfunctioning as well.

Maybe she does not have to be here, but she doubts Johnny would like to handle Gabe's affliction on his own, so she aliquots a fair amount of lemon juice and honey into the mug.

"Is honey good for now?" She adds the water and stirs as she carries the steaming mug to Gabe.
johnny_truant: (lil shit)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-09-28 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
Johnny softens a little when he hears that. He leaves the soup for now and steps over to the couch and squats down beside him, resting a hand on his sweaty forehead. He's never seen Gabe like this before, it's weird, and weirdly comforting. Like they're on the same level for once.

"You want me to start leaving jars of honey around the house?" he asks with a little smile. "Though I guess we could say I've offered you plenty at this point."

Is that weird to say in front of Mako? Probably. Whatever. She'll have to get used to them one way or another.
driftseeker: (:D)

[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-09-28 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
He was a god, but he also said he was an angel. Mako may not be well-versed in Christian theology, but it's her basic understanding that the two are not the same thing. He says it wistfully while Johnny with the air of a private joke, and she isn't sure if she might be missing something personal.

Instead she wordlessly lets him accept the mug and offers a small smile.

"It should pass in a few days," she says. An inelegant shift of subject, but she already feels as though she is interrupting.
johnny_truant: (wistful)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-10-04 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Johnny grins at Gabe's quick answer. Adorable. Also weird, if he thinks about it, like - obviously Gabe isn't entirely kidding, and that's just a big huge neon sign reminding him YOU'RE DATING A GOD, but... it's cute.

"Hopefully just a few," he says evenly, stroking Gabe's back. "I mean, that's how long it takes for humans. We'll see if the Rift decides to let you off the hook sooner."

He glances at Mako when Gabe gives her permission to leave. He doesn't really want her to leave - not that he wouldn't mind being alone with Gabriel, even a pathetically ill one, but it's nice, too, having a sane normal human around. Something to do with how much he misses Seth, probably.

"I mean, I could also probably use your help," he says, trying not to sound like he's saying please don't leave me. "It's a full time job caring for this one. I mean, provided you don't have anything better to do, which..." Ha ha oh god. He wouldn't blame her if she headed right out the door.
driftseeker: (SWEETIE)

[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-10-04 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"It should get better with each day," she reminds him. "You'll know when you start feeling better."

She smiles faintly. It sounds a bit too much like a thinly-veiled plea for help, which, given Gabe's current state, she can understand.

"I'm not doing anything else today," she says with an even shrug. "I don't mind it - if you don't mind, I mean." She directs the last half of the statement at Gabe, as if asking permission. It feels practically required, still, the habitual defaulting to authority, and an angel landlord feels like the nearest thing to it.
johnny_truant: (smirk | what a freakin smartass)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-10-04 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're having soup," says Johnny sternly, and looks at Mako again. "It's probably ready by now, but I don't think he's gonna let me go." He pats Gabe's hand gently. "I promise it'll help, okay?"

He can already tell there's going to be bargaining and extensive cajoling involved in this. He's morbidly delighted by the thought, as well as immensely relieved Mako is going to be sticking around.
driftseeker: (intrigued by this)

[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-10-04 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not sweet, but it's good for you," she says, quietly insistent in a tone she hopes is adequately far from directly scolding. She retreats to the kitchen to switch off the stove and obligingly dish up the soup. Johnny must not be that bad a cook; it smells very good, and hopefully Gabe will agree.

She returns, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling at the faintly ridiculous panorama that greets her. Gabe hasn't seemed to have relinquished his grip on Johnny. She offers the bowl to the pair of them, spoon and all, uncertain whether she should be presenting it to Johnny or to Gabe directly, as the angel still seems rather adamant upon not eating it.
johnny_truant: (calm | surface tension | oh u)

my hand slipped

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-10-06 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Johnny gives Gabe a truly unimpressed look and takes the soup from Mako. "You're eating the soup, Gabriel." He sets the bowl briefly on the table and pulls himself up onto the couch, nestling himself in alongside Gabe's legs. He picks up the bowl again and dips the spoon in, blowing gently on the spoonful before holding it out expectantly. "Are you going to make me feed you or are you going to behave?"

He's doing this partly to tease and piss Gabe off, because it's fun, and partly because he hopes it will actually work. Poor Mako continues to get a really weird window into their relationship. He never thought he had this much natural domesticity in him but having a god who is acting like a toddler for a boyfriend will do that, he supposes.

He feels momentarily caught up by the idea, again, that he's dating a fucking god, that he's dating period, that.. this is a moment that is happening in his life. Who could have seen this shit coming, that he'd go from emaciated city rat to whatever the fuck this is.

Okay he's not getting emotional while trying to force-feed an archangel chicken soup. He's not. This is so stupid.

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