@gyftmasjuly \ starter call
“Rudy.” When was the last time she actually visited? Don’t worry about that. She’s clearly chosen this time to narrowly avoid some awkward family moment since their daughter also visits. She sets the bouquet she got down somewhere before standing by his bed. She’s not quite sure if she can sit..or if he wants her to. “How’s the hospital been? You treat it like prison from what I’ve heard, considering you talk about escaping so often.” There’s no annoyance in her tone– she even cracks a smile, kind of!
Which quickly falls back into a frown, and whatever hint of glow her nose has dies the more she thinks about his situation. “..I hope Noelle’s visits have at least been helping. Sorry I can’t visit more, but, you know how work is.” At least how being the mayor is. But someone has to do it, and that someone just happens to be her.
“I heard she’s been bringing one of those games to play with you.” She doesn’t actually recall which one it is.
“Well, if it ain’t the Ghost of Christmas Present!” He jokes, clear boredom shifting to what can only be called elation upon seeing Carol enter the room. Rudy takes a moment to sit up proper, ignoring any discomfort that comes with the movement as his grin never once falters. It wasn’t every day the mayor of town, came to visit, after all! ..Not that he can remember the last time, but that just made now all the exciting to him. “It’s the best place in town since you walked in, Sugarplum!”
He laughs, slapping his thigh and doing his best to suppress the deep cough that tried to follow. Rudy fails, of course, but he’s quick to play it off nonetheless. “It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t so boring in here. Noelle visiting definitely helps...”
He does perk up again when Carol mentions the game, chuckling with less gutso to keep himself from coughing.
“Oh, Dragon Blazers lll, yeah! Have y’ seen the graphics? I never would’ve believed it’s from the same series as the first one. I’m glad Noelle has something to keep herself busy with in her spare time, even if she won’t play it without me.”
It’s the first time most people would see his usual grin droop at the corners, but that’s once again quickly returned to normal when he remembers there’s someone actually in the room with him.
“Gosh, got me flowers, huh?” he asks, glancing over to the bouquet set on the table. “I’m sure we’ll be redoin’ our vows in no time, no need t’ be so hasty!”
