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"Christ. You're fine," Whisper says, rolling his eyes. He'd originally come to the rec room for a short break, deciding for once to try and take care of himself for once by drinking something other than green tea. It seems, though, that luck wasn't on his side, because of course he had to run into one whiny and sick commander. So much for taking a break from work.

He walks over to the couch and looks down at Graves, his lips tight with mild annoyance. "Have you taken any medications? Attempted to shower? Done anything at all other than sit here and whine like you're a child?"

Of all of the issues that Whisper deals with, the common cold isn't a particularly riveting one. Still, he'll likely get reamed out if he just leaves Graves in this condition, so he supposed he'll play nurse for a bit.

"Move your legs, I want to sit down."

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With a huff, Graves pulls his feet up, curls them into himself like a petulant child. He's mumbling something along the lines of not being able to take up space in his own base. Bullshit.

He grabs the throw pillow he'd been resting his head on over his head, pointedly ignoring the many questions Whisper has for him.

"The lights're too bright."

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Light sensitivity?

Whisper's brow furrows slightly, and he stands. He doesn't go far, just enough to turn the lights off. The room is plunged into darkness, but it does little to affect Whisper. He uses his cybernetic eye to light up the area in front of him so he can get back to the couch.

"There," Whisper says. "Get that pillow off your face. You look ridiculous."

Without another word, Whisper detaches his arm and sets it in his lap, letting his eye illuminate where it connects while he pulls out a small cleaning kit from his pocket. If he was going to take a break, it might as well be a useful one.

#cmdr graves #whispers of the dead

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open rp!

It started with an itch in his throat that he promptly ignored - one he thought would be solved with a scalding hot coffee and a will to not get sick. The itch in his throat turned to a tightness behind his eyes. And now he's on the laid on the couch in the rec room, nursing sweet tea in his hands. The cool glass gets pressed to his forehead in lieu of a towel.

"I'm dying," he croaks, unable to breathe out of one nostril, "just take me out back 'n shoot me. This is miserable."

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"Christ. You're fine," Whisper says, rolling his eyes. He'd originally come to the rec room for a short break, deciding for once to try and take care of himself for once by drinking something other than green tea. It seems, though, that luck wasn't on his side, because of course he had to run into one whiny and sick commander. So much for taking a break from work.

He walks over to the couch and looks down at Graves, his lips tight with mild annoyance. "Have you taken any medications? Attempted to shower? Done anything at all other than sit here and whine like you're a child?"

Of all of the issues that Whisper deals with, the common cold isn't a particularly riveting one. Still, he'll likely get reamed out if he just leaves Graves in this condition, so he supposed he'll play nurse for a bit.

"Move your legs, I want to sit down."

#cmdr graves #whispers of the dead #wow fancy tag wow!!

Whisper? Love of my life? Cute baby?

Can I stay with you while you work?

I'll stay out of your way! I can give you a kiss and a wiggle when you get stressed though :3

Love of your life seems a little much, don't you think?

I guess, so long as you're quiet and don't bother me. You'll have to leave the room if I get patients, though.

#a quiet correspondence #nonnie asks

𝐨𝐚𝐤 : what gives your muse strength when everything feels uncertain?

Nature Prompt

Knowledge. Whisper likes knowing things. He'll go over facts in his head, pull up mental blueprints of his arm and his eye, review one of his textbooks, walk himself through doing certain procedures. If he knows things, he can't be caught off guard, and there's always more for him to learn. Always another book to read, another patient to treat. More knowledge to get, so he won't let uncertainty control his actions.

#everyone point and laugh and call him a nerd he's a bozo #a quiet correspondence #nonnie asks #nature prompt

Really? Yaaay!!!

*wiggle wiggle smooch wiggle wiggle*

Thank you for letting me love you! :D

Yeah, yeah. Make it quick, I'm busy.

#don't be fooled he's enjoying himself #a quiet correspondence #nonnie asks

Haha. Short.

I will ensure that the next time you come to the medical wing no one will treat you, and you'll die alone.

#yowza #don't mind him #a quiet correspondence #nonnie asks

Doing what? Loving you?

Too late! :3

I'll always love you, no matter if it's a bad choice or not.

*wiggle wiggle wiggle <3*

...I suppose I won't be able to stop you, then.

#he has given in #a quiet correspondence #nonnie asks

hollowprompts

🌿 * 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 : 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜.

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 : what grief does your muse carry quietly, and how do they cope when no one is watching? 𝐨𝐚𝐤 : what gives your muse strength when everything feels uncertain? 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : what soothes your muse's mind when they are overwhelmed? how do they manage stress? 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : what memory does your muse hold onto most tightly, and why? 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡 : when was the last time your muse had to start over, and what did they leave behind? 𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 : what traditions or values does your muse consider sacred? 𝐢𝐯𝐲 : who or what has your muse clung to and why? 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 : how does your muse protect the people they love? 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 : what parts of your muse are considered hard to love, and how do they deal with that? 𝐟𝐨𝐱𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 : what lies has your muse told to protect themself or someone else? how far are they willing to go? 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐬 : where does your muse feel most safe, what does that look like? 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 : what does endurance mean to your muse? 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 : how do they express longing, especially for something or someone that they think they cannot have? 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞 : how does your muse heal - physically, emotionally, spiritually? 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 : what does joy look like for your muse? how do they let themself feel it? 𝐚𝐬𝐡 : what has your muse lost that still haunts them? 𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 : what inner wounds does your muse hide? do they hide it behind humour or confidence? do they hide it at all? 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚 : what does love mean to your muse - how do they show it? how do they want to receive it? 𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐬 : when your muse needs clarity - who or what do they turn to? 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧 : are there any details from your muse's childhood that sticks with them - good or bad? 𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐨 : how does your muse handle change and adaptability - are they flexible or resistant?

#might as well give myself something to do to kickstart the writing stuff in my brain #nature prompt

How short are you?

I'm six feet even, thank you very much.

#a quiet correspondence #nonnie asks

*more wiggles*

Because I love you? I thought that was pretty obvious...

That's a poor decision. I wouldn't recommend doing that.

#a quiet correspondence #nonnie asks

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