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John Egbert ([personal profile] ghostytrainer) wrote2011-02-17 10:46 pm

prank #6 | text/action for rose

[John returned to the hotel later that day after a particularly...interesting training session. At least Flighty Broad had managed to gain a few levels, even though she still didn't seem to keen on responding to Rose.]

[But that's okay, they could work on that later. Now it was time to go visit the real Rose. Standing in the lobby, he tried typing out a message while holding Casey. This proved difficult not only because of how physically awkward it was, but also because Casey seemed to want to push all the pretty buttons on the pokégear.]


No. Stop that. Bun! No...Casey! Buneary! Caseeeyyy!!!

[They spend precisely five minutes on this nonsense. Eventually he manages to send his message though.]

okay i'm back at the hotel.
so...where's your room?

[identity profile] usedtherapy.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[[Here is directions to her room!]]

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 05:03 am (UTC)(link)


[Actually it takes about five, but eventually there is a knock at the door before John pushes it open and peeks his head in slowly. What is waiting for a response?]

Hello?

[identity profile] usedtherapy.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[[Why had she agreed to let him come over? She was sicker than a growlithe and had wanted to avoid anyone knowing. Still though, when he speaks, she answers.]]

In the den, John.

[[It's her turn to be bundled in a plethora of blankets, though she has the radio on her pokegear playing rather than the tv, gently petting a small Eevee's head.]]

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[He closes the door behind him with a small click. Why had he agreed to come over? This was just so awkward...]

[Following the sound of her voice, he found his way into the den. His face fell. Suddenly he wasn't nervous, he was...he had no idea what to even call this emotion.]


Oh no...don't tell me you're sick now.

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
I'm fine. [[Though the coughing that follows clearly says she is not, her flushed cheeks also leading to the conclusion that she is quite sick indeed.]]

Besides, I have been resting and drinking plenty of water, before you attempt to get on my case about any of that.

[[Though even as she says that, she's smiling a little.]]

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Oh man, this is my fault isn't it? I told you not to hug me!

[He walks across the room and sits down on the couch next to her, placing Casey on the couch next to him and then putting a hand to Rose's forehead with a concerned look on his face.]

Is there anything I can do? Do you need anything? What about medicine? Have you been taking any?

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[[A hand barely peeks out of her cocoon to try and bat him away.]]

It isn't so much your fault as it is mine. But don't you get close to me now, you will only get sick all over again.

[[Sighing, she buries her face into the blankets with another cough.]]

I would if I had the money to purchase any.

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[His face fell a bit as she batted him away. He was about to argue about how this wasn't her fault, but the last thing she said was a more pressing issue than arguing over whose fault all this was.]

What? You're out of money too? Hold on I'll be right back.

[He stands up and quickly leaves the room. Casey crawls over to the blanket pile. What could this possibly be? Sniff sniff? Oh! Smells like Rose, it must be Rose! And Casey is very happy about this! She nuzzles her face against the Rose-blanket-cocoon.]

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[[About to protest, she sighs, then smiles at little Casey.]]

You are too darling, Casey.

[[Just petting her head as best as she can from her sick fort.

And then suddenly Casey, there is an Eevee nose in your face! Sniff sniff sniff.]]

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[OHMYGAWDANEEVEE! Sniff sniiiiffff! This is the start of a beautiful pokéfriendship, she can smell it.]

[And eventually John comes back! Luckily he had the foresight not to lock himself out! He has all the medicine in his hands. All of it, which he sets down on the coffee table.]


I hope that's enough.

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
I am sure that will be plenty. Thank you John.

[[She is all smiles when she's sick, because she's giving you a smile John. Unfurling from her fort, she decides now would be a good time to take some of that medicine.]]

Would you be willing to get me a glass of water?

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Mm-hmm, I can do that.

[He smiles and walks into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a glass of water and handing it to her.]

Heh...I'm having the strangest sense of reverse-déjù-vu.

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[[Taking the medicine, she sets it down and accepts the water, sipping at that.]]

Funny, I think I do as well. Perhaps we were experiencing the same dream?

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[He sits back down, still grinning stupidly.]

Heh, maybe.

[He pauses, the grin sliding into a rather guilty and sad expression.]

I'm sorry though Rose, I shouldn't have let you stay as long as you did Monday night. You probably wouldn't be sick if you hadn't stayed. I feel awful.

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
Don't be sorry, John. You had no control over my actions, so it is no fault of yours.

[[Smiling more. Trying to be reassuring.]]

Besides, you are visiting me now, are you not? This is enjoyable, so I am okay.

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Casey scampers back over to his lap, yay daddy John is back! He pets her head absentmindedly. Wait a minute is Rose sincerely smiling? Wow, there is no snark there or anything!]

Well I'm...glad I could help?

[So confuse.]

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
And I'm glad you're glad.

[[Snuggling back into her blankets now, she looks pretty tired.]]

Are you still staying with Dave?

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I'm pretty much broke too, so I don't have much of a choice. But even if that wasn't the case I think I'd still stay with him. I don't see how you can room by yourself. Where's the fun in that?

[He notices that tired look.]

Listen, I can leave if you need me to. You should probably get some sleep.

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
[[Chuckle.]]

It is more out of necessity. I do not need Dave snooping through anything of mine, and you and I both know he would if given the chance.

[[At the mention of sleep, she yawns but shakes her head.]]

I don't mind. Just, if I do fall asleep, promise to lock the door if you leave.

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah...he probably would. But I'm pretty sure Jade wouldn't. Plus, girl bonding time? Yeah?

[Bold lie alert Rose. He saw that yawn.]

Are you sure?

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe. That sounds kind of nice. But Jade isn't nearly as wary of Dave as I am, and who knows how often she would just let him waltz into the room.

[[Nod nod.]]

Positive. But if you have somewhere to be, don't let me keep you.

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds to me like you've got something you reeeaaally don't want Dave seeing. Hmm?

[Chuckle. No but seriously...]

I don't have anywhere to be, don't worry about that. I just don't want to keep you awake when you obviously want to sleep.

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
I do, and I do not wish for you to see it either before you get any ideas.

And I do not want to sleep, John. Not me personally. Though I know I am dozing off.

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
I wasn't planning on it, unlike Dave I understand the concept of privacy. [Eye roll.]

Yeah, you are. You can barely keep your eyes open. [He laughs, you can be really cute sometimes Rose. Wait, what? Errr...]

So...why don't you want to sleep?

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
I just. Feel like I'm wasting this time. I could be doing something constructive or useful, but instead I am drowsy and useless. It's frustrating.

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
You're not useless, you're sick so you shouldn't be frustrated about any of this. What constructive and useful things could you be doing if you weren't sick though?

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
Training my Pokemon. Catching up with everyone. I'm so behind.

[[Sigh.]]

Making sure everyone is prepared for the trip to Azalea when we finally go, or working for a job. If I don't get better soon, I am not sure what I will do...

(1/2)

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
You'll be better in no time! And you're not that far behind, especially considering that you were the last one to get here. I'm sure if we had all arrived at the same time, you'd be running circles around all of us. [He puts on his ~encouraging~ smile.]

(2/2)

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
[And then he looks concerned again.]

But you know, you don't have to worry about us all so much. You'll just end up stressing yourself out if you keep that up.

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
...I suppose you are right about the worrying. I will try to cease from doing such a thing.

[[Tilting her head back, she yawns again, closing her eyes.]]

Just remember to lock the door when you leave. If you are really so insistent on leaving.

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
Good.

[SAD FACE!]

I'm not insistent, I just don't want to bother you. But...you should probably go sleep in your actual bed. These couches aren't exactly the most comfortable thing to sleep on.

[Even in pull-out bed mode. Next city, he's demanding that he and Dave get a two-bedroom. This Pull-out sofabed shit was just not cutting it.]

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
I am not sure if I am up for moving. I struggled enough with getting up to unlock the door.

why did i use that icon in the last one...i need to sleep...

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh no, the nervous fidgets are back!]

I can help you if you want? I'm not kidding, you'll feel even worse tomorrow if you sleep on this thing.

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
[[Considering the offer, she sighs and carefully unfurls, placing the Buneary and Eevee on to the couch.]]

Are you sure?

[[Still though, she pushes herself to her feet, stumbling slightly.]]

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah I'm su--woah!

[He reaches forward in an attempt to prevent her from taking a very nasty spill. just like in the movies!]

[identity profile] usedtherapy.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[[Steadying herself with his help, she sighs.]]

See?

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
See what?

[Awkwardly, he drapes her over his shoulder, grabbing one of her wrists and putting his other arm around her waist.]

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not that coordinated right now.

[[She holds on, letting him guide her to her room.]]

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I'm coordinated enough for both of us! So it's fine!

[He laughs, but even so it takes a while for him to guide her to her room. He may have ~amazing~ coordination, but that didn't magically change the fact that he was a scrawny thirteen year old boy and the positioning was kind of awkward.]

[He lead her to her bed, sitting her down on the edge and falling into a sitting position next to her. It was far from graceful, in fact it was more like they flopped into a sitting position, rather than sitting down gracefully.]


See? We made it!

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[[A soft chuckle was given in response, though even as they sat there she didn't pull away right away. Mostly because she really was starting to fall asleep, and had yet to realize they had reached their destination. He was just so comfy.]]

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nudged her gently and tries to get a look at her face without moving too much. It doesn't really work.]

Hey, you're not falling asleep right now are you?

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-18 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm?

[[Blink blink.]]

I suppose I am.

[[Sort of sits up, only to lean against him again. She's going to be out like a light soon, John.]]

[identity profile] usedwindything.livejournal.com 2011-02-19 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Every flustered feeling that he'd completely forgotten about during his efforts to help Rose suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. He was already confused as hell about all this and the fact that it looked like Rose was about to fall asleep on his shoulder wasn't helping any. Shit, what was he supposed to do in this kind of situation?]

Here...just...

[He shifted a bit, repositioning them both so it was easier for him to nudge her into laying down on the bed. He stood up and walked back into the den, returning a few moments later with her Eevee, setting it down on the bed next to Rose.]

Um...

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-19 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[[Rose watches him a moment before yawning, pulling the Eevee close.]]

Thank you, John.

[identity profile] heirconditioner.livejournal.com 2011-02-19 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
You're welcome.

[He scratches the back of his head and rocks back onto his heels a bit.]

Get some rest, alright? I'll stop by and check on you tomorrow if you want.

[identity profile] therapeuticguns.livejournal.com 2011-02-19 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
I believe I would enjoy that if you did.

[[Smile smile. Too bad she doesn't do this when well, huh?]]

Good night John.

[identity profile] heirconditioner.livejournal.com 2011-02-19 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Uh...n-night!

[He waves and then turns on his heel and marches right on out of there, scooping Casey up on the way out (she looks pretty sad to be leaving so soon). Once her door is safely closed behind him, he leans against it and exhales nervously.]

Did she just say...was that a...a smile? What...ohmygoditouchedherwaist.

Buneary!

[He seriously considered pulling out his pokégear and giving Karkat a call (he had said that he could ask anything), but ultimately decided against it. This was just too much to think about right now.]

[He sighed, pushed himself off of her door and made his way back to his room, head spinning. He really hoped Karkat wasn't going to bring any of this up tomorrow, though somehow doubted that would happen.]