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[Stops moving at the request, though he wiggles his feet a little to let the restless energy escape. He puts his head face-first into his makeshift pillow and huffs.]

It's hot. I'm pretty sure this sitting around is making me sicker.

[buries himself under the blankets if Sorey doesn't want them!111]

It is not. There's never been a time you were sick where running around helped you that much.

[Take them he doesn't want them anymore!!! But he does turn his head so that it's not buried in his pillow anymore.]

This time could be different. We're probably on the mend by now. We won't get sicker.

[twitches a fold of the blanket aside, to glare blearily at him from under it]

You don't know that.

[and, in tones of deep injury]

It's bad enough to affect a seraphim. So stay in the bed.

There's nothing to do in bed.

[Spreading his hands out on front of him as if to emphasize how empty they are. Look at how empty. There is nothing to do here. It is so boring.]

Aren't you feeling better yet?

No. I'm freezing. Do you know how wrong that feels when you're a water seraph? I hate being sick.

[CURLS UP MORE UNDER HIS STOLEN BLANKETS, GRUMPY]

[Taking his makeshift pillow of blankets and putting the pile on top of Mikleo.]

It'll get better. We haven't built up an immunity to anything here, I guess, or we'd have gotten over it faster.

Uuuuugh. It's inconvenient.

[snakes an arm out and tries to tug Sorey back under the blankets too, but Sorey is heavy and he's floppy so he kind of winds up just hauling himself closer instead

on the plus side his arm is cold???]

[Cold is just what he's looking for. Sorey rolls closer just so he can grab Mikleo's arm to cool off.]

It is. It goes by faster when there's something to keep your mind off of it.

Reading really wasn't working, huh. I don't really want to play more I Spy...

[...oh, and Sorey's warm...lets him have his arm and shifts closer himself.]

[just as planned. resting his forehead against Mikleo's hand and using him as an icepack.]

I've Spied everything in this room already. Are there any other games? Or something to watch...

[you do that. fans his fingers over Sorey's forehead, sighing in relief]

I don't want to build a big TV screen right now, but there's URSULA's videos and things...?

That would be something to do.

[The blankets are unappealing, but he wiggles in to see if they can both comfortably watch something.]

A small screen is fine as long as we can both see it.

Fiiiine...

[grumbles at having to move more, but pulls the blankets over them and shifts until they're spooned underneath, then hands Sorey the digital pad he borrowed from the library. his head's under Sorey's chin; if they hold it at the right angle they can both see the screen perfectly well.]

They're supposed to be good! If it's not interesting we'll stop.

[Settling and poking through the digital pad to bring up The Little Mermaid]

[he knows better than to debate if anything on the title cards is a hellion by now, at least. thanks, weird alien fiction]

I hope one of the actors is named Todd.

[Starts to nod and then stops because Mikleo's head is right there]

If it's a common name I bet there's at least one.

[feels the movement and pokes him in the chin anyway]

Good. I'm sure if there is one, he's ready for an adventure. Play it already!

[Shushes him]

You can't talk while it's playing!

[And pressing the play button before he can retort]

[puffs briefly, ready to retort, but subsides as the intro comes up on the screen, absolutely fascinated.]

[Sorey is EXTREMELY fascinated by the animation, the music, the story--Mikleo can't exactly see his face with how they're positioned, but the restlessness has been replaced with an intense focus.]

[yeah they're gonna lie quiet like this for a while, too absorbed to start even debating it yet

Mikleo does draw his breath in audibly when 'Part of Your World' comes on, though.]

[Sorey's eyes are sparkling by the time Ariel reaches the chorus; he uses his free hand to pluck at Mikleo's sleeve in a "look, look!!" gesture]

[grips Sorey's wrist, giving it a squeeze; he's looking!

...he catches Sorey's expression on a brief glance up and can't help but smile, though.]

[In the pause between the song finishing and Sebastian making a loud mess, Sorey whispers]

That was a really good song.

[It doesn't count as talking because he was whispering, though because his throat is still sore it comes out more cracked than intended.]

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