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)
johnny_truant: (not having it)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-10-13 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, I... I think I understand," he says doubtfully. How is it this never came up before? This makes the act of simply saying his name so much more intimate than Johnny ever realized. He's distracted immediately by Gabe's instruction to 'do like Mako', which, at a glance, seems vaguely insulting on top of making zero sense.

"Do like Mako what?" he says. "You mean like say nothing?" Without leaving room for a reply, he barrels on indomitably: "Gabe, please eat your soup. I made it for you."
driftseeker: (hope is a fragile thing)

[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-10-13 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I just - thought his name," she says, her patience dissolving under the mild alarm that her hypothesis turned out to be true. She almost says his name aloud, but bites back the urge. If Gabe is as sick as he says, having multiple voices in his head isn't likely to help.

Not like you'd know how that feels, says her brain in Raleigh's voice, dryly, am I right?

She gives herself a small shake. She isn't talking to herself, especially not now.
johnny_truant: (sheepish)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-10-16 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh," says Johnny, feeling kind of dumb for not considering that, though there's no reason he should have. That makes sense though, of course, that's how prayer works, he knows that. He supposes it's like Gabe's hearing it twice, thought and spoken, if Johnny's right here. Fucking weird. He shakes his head slightly as though to dislodge the notion, and watches Gabe finally try the damn soup, not before getting a little jab in, of course.

"Yeah, well-" he starts just as Gabe mumbles out the next thing, and he falls abruptly, awkwardly silent. He feels his face and his ears getting hot. Great.

It's still weird, hearing him say it like that, and it still gives him this kneejerk desire to recoil and push away. But it's getting easier to restrain that reflex. He dips his head down, trying to compose himself.

"Well, sorry I can't spin shit straight out of the ether," he says wryly, as though nothing happened, (studiously avoiding Mako's gaze), "and also that you don't have any raw ingredients."
driftseeker: (got those jet pack blues)

[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-10-16 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Mako grins as he starts eating at last. Victory.

Almost immediately, the triumph tides into hesitation, then puzzlement.

"Did you switch them?" she asks, looking between mug and bowl and noting the shift in hue of the contents.
johnny_truant: (welp | drunk)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-10-21 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
"He does that kinda shit all the time," says Johnny, doggedly ignoring that comment, and how he's very obviously blushing even more now. "And then this one time he made candy and he was freaking out about it like he doesn't do weird physics-breaking bullshit every day. It was adorable."

See, two can play at this game. And Mako's gotta be more interested in how Gabe works than how Johnny's face is a little flushed. Shut up Gabe.
driftseeker: (:D)

[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-10-21 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
She has to bite the wall of her cheek to keep herself from making a vaguely amused sound that would probably end up irritating two-thirds of the people in the room. She keeps her focus locked firmly on the concept of angelic power, which serves as both an intriguing topic and a useful distraction.

It does not escape her notice that Johnny is indeed blushing, all the more luminously now that Gabe has actively pointed it out.

"It might be a little less wise to do that sort of thing while you're sick," she remarks, her eyes a little too innocent and her tone a little too controlled to not be wavering under the strain of maintaining a straight face.
johnny_truant: (gentle)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-10-26 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"You sure can, buddy," says Johnny, not even bothering to not sound a little patronizing as he reaches out to rest a hand gently on Gabe's stomach. He always feels a little oversensitive to touch when he gets the flu, and since Gabe seems to have been gifted with every symptom, he wants to be careful. "You know a great place to put it is in you. It's good for... your fake immune system. Or something." He hesitates, then looks at Mako. "Right? Or is it just like a psychosomatic thing?" How does he not know this? Why would he know this.
driftseeker: (hope is a fragile thing)

[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-10-26 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"It clears sinuses," she says with a small shrug, leaping onto Johnny's question to keep herself from the temptation of laughing at the absurdity of Gabe's pouting. "And it's good to eat when you're sick. Gives your body nutrients."

She doesn't know if there's a psychological element to it, or if such a thing would even work on a superhuman being that has no previous experience in being sick.
johnny_truant: (wistful)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-10-31 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Johnny sighs in surrender and sets the mug aside. He had one sip. That'll have to be the victory. He smiles faintly at Gabe's rambling, rubbing his thumb gently over his knuckles. He seems like he's starting to drift off, which is probably for the best.

"Yeah?" he says quietly, not wanting to give him anything new to think about. Let him doze off thinking about his old dog.
driftseeker: (:D)

[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-10-31 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
She's not sure when the conversation made the transition from debating the merits of soup to reminiscing about dogs, but she lets it happen since it seems to be succeeding in getting Gabe to lie down and rest. She thinks of Max, and smiles.

Mako sits back and lets Johnny take over. She doesn't want to jar Gabe awake.