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WHAT what you want
WHERE where you want
WHEN Day ""135""

[The rain has cleared, but it appears to have left some people with a case of the sniffles! The magic sniffles. Even if you've never been sick a day in your life, you might not find yourself immune. Then again, maybe you have a terrible immune system and you're fine. I'm not the magic sniffles police.

Symptoms May Include:

- runny nose
- sore throat
- fever
- thinking you're going to cough or sneeze but actually what comes out is A BURST OF THE TRUTH
- waking up in someone else's bed
- joint aches

At least the sketchy pop-up pharmacy at the mall has a special on tissues and nyquil?]

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Sorry.

[petting her arm like there, there, before tucking her back in and going to have a nice refreshing shower]

No... sorry. [starting to sit up, like she should go, before allowing herself to be tucked back in.

more sleep yes]

[that's cute. he goes to clean off, then quietly starts making some sort of chicken soup concoction with lemon in it]

[by the time he comes back, Bucky has created a blanket nest in T'Challa's bed, just her nose and one foot sticking out.]

[he's got some sort of serving tray which he sets down on the nightstand before gently shaking her awake]

Come on.

Hm...? [emerging from her cocoon]

Did you cook?

Yes. A traditional American cure, with a twist.

Chicken soup? We used to get this from a Jewish deli down the street when Steve caught cold.

[sniffing... as well as she can sniff under the circumstances]

Different recipe, I think.

Most likely, yes.

[handing her a spoon.] I figured the intent was the same.

[taking the spoon, then the bowl. seems like a good idea. and when she starts eating, she finds she has more appetite than she expected]

Thanks. You didn't have to. But... thanks.

You're welcome.

I like to keep busy, anyhow.

Must be feeling better...?

[digging in]

[he's about to reply affirmatively when the urge to sneeze again hits him, and he covers his mouth in preparation but what actually comes out is:]

I'd also like to be intimate with you at some point.

[wait

it's true but you shouldn't say it turns out he can visibly blush]

[that stops her from eating, blinking in surprise. not so much the sentiment. because she... sort of guessed. but she didn't expect him to just say it]

Not now?

[runny noses aren't sexy T'Challa]

Edited 2018-06-14 21:35 (UTC)

[NO HE LOOKS VERY FLUSTERED WHAT JUST HAPPENED HE DIDN'T MEAN TO EJECT THOSE WORDS OUT OF HIS MOUTH]

I'm sorry—of course. I'm not sure what came over me just now.

It's okay. I didn't mean... [she didn't mean to sound so shocked.

she was just

surprised]

I wasn't expecting that.

... I've hardly been subtle.

It's not that I'm not interested.

[huffs, a soft, acknowledging noise]

I know. [just... circumstances? he gets it.] Please know I don't expect anything.

I know you don't. You wouldn't.

But the fact of the matter is, you are a very attractive individual, Sergeant Barnes.

You're going to say that now?

[with the red nose and the red eyes? really?

it's not a strong argument though. at least this time she doesn't bring up her scars.]

If you really must know, yes.

Oh. [blinking, unable to argue that]

Edited 2018-06-16 20:02 (UTC)

It's cliché, but I appreciate your personality.