week 6

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[Even with three deaths two weeks in a row, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to some semblance of normalcy come Sunday morning. The messes are cleaned up, the bodies are safe in the morgue (or in Kip's case, still in a liquor bottle in the garden) and with this new week comes a fresh crop of returning memories.

There is no new floor this week.

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 5, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[goteachother]

[The more he talks the closer she gets. Give her a minute or two and she'll be snuggling him properly.]

Heart? Sweetie? [See, this is her scooting closer.]

I don' have to be concerned about anyone, I worry because I care about everyone. And you... [She bites her lip but... she's still gonna call him out.] you've been actin pretty worrisome fer awhile now.

[myocordial]

...Have I been?

[It's not so much that he's blind to it. She's probably right. It's just that this past week, he's been... paying very little attention to what he's been doing. Much as he makes it a point to keep moving, really it's more like he's been on autopilot, in a way.]

That was... not my intention. I don't want to worry anyone.

[goteachother]

I think... yer kinda missin the point, honey.

[Can she just... put an arm around your shoulders? 'Cause she's gonna do that.]

It's okay not to be okay but... You're worryin- [And then she brings her hand up from his shoulder to brush aside his hair and touch the side of his neck.]

Gosh, honey, you're freezin'!

[myocordial]

[He sighs.]

Yes, that's been the case all day. And it seems that no matter what measures I take against it, it just doesn't go away. [There's a reason he's dressed the way he is, Queenie.] It's honestly ridiculous...

[He really hates this.]

[goteachother]

[At this point she thinks the coat is a security blanket okay.]

Here. Take your coat off.

[And she's shifting away from him for a moment...]

[myocordial]

That... seems like the opposite of what I should be doing, but...

[He still does it. Because hey, if she has a better idea, he is all for it.]

[goteachother]

[And she takes it from him, moving to straddle his lap, draping this massive coat over her shoulders and it's so big on her it easily closes the space between them, trapping the heat of her body against him.]

Cuddling is what you should be doing... is this... the same as why Choro can't talk?

[They're so close now it's awkward to actually try to look at his face so she just lays against his chest, resting her head on his shoulder and tugging the sides of his coat up as close around him as she can.]

[myocordial]

[It's hard to argue with results. The cold is still bad, but this does help, at least a little. He'll gladly take it. And the sight of his coat over her... Honestly, he can't help it; a chuckle escapes him.

Probably the closest he's come to laughing or smiling all week.]

Yes, I think so.

It's not a... huge issue, all things considered. But I'm not really used to this.

[...He might be leaning into her a lot. Holding her too, because it really does help. In some way.]

[goteachother]

[Laid against his chest like this she feels that chuckle as much as hears it and it's enough to make her breath catch and then rush out of her in relief. Oh... he's been hurting so much, so uncertain and upset all week. It's soft and small but it's enough to giver her hope. She squeezes him firmly, smiles and brushes the lightest of kisses against his throat, where she's nuzzled in against him.]

Not used to being cold or being cuddled?

[myocordial]

Cold.

[At that kiss he relaxes a bit more.]

It's not as if I can't feel warm or cold usually, but it doesn't bother me as it would a human. It takes more extreme temperatures to make it an actual issue and that... hasn't really happened before.

[goteachother]

Does temperature affect you less in your other form?

[He's awful comfy like this but she wouldn't mind if he needed to transform to be more comfortable.]

Or I could conjure some fire?

[myocordial]

It should. [Because, y'know, he's much less fleshy in that form.] But it doesn't seem to be working right.

[Freaking sabotages, just here to make life hell.]

...I wouldn't say no to fire, though.

[goteachother]

[Queenie smiles, shifts back just a little, enough to bring one of her hands between them. She cups her hand, the other moves over her upturned palm and then there's blue flames dancing in her hand, warm but not hot and she giggles softly as the flicker of the fire tickles her hand.]

These should help.

[myocordial]

...My, that really is amazing. [Flames like this. And just... creating them out of nowhere. He's seen her use magic, but that doesn't make it less... well... magical.] Thank you.

[goteachother]

[She reaches for his hand with her free one, smiling and guiding his hand up, cupped like hers and pours the flames from her hand into his as though it were a liquid. It's pleasantly warm but not hot, when it moves it tickles, never enough to burn only enough to ease some heat into his fingers.]

's all pretty basic for me. [And now that he's the one holding the flames she looks up at him, watching the blue light highlight his features, struck again by how breathtaking he is.]

Heart, honey, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable, especially when we're finally gettin a little heat into ya but-

Well I-

[She rolls her eyes at herself, shakes her head slightly as though dismissing those half formed thoughts. And then she pushes up on her knees, reaching carefully over the space between them to press her lips to his, softly for a moment and if he doesn't push her away then a little more firmly.]