"Okay, maybe I gotta work on that."
"Yeah, you kinda do. So what're our plans for the evenin', stud?"
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"Okay, maybe I gotta work on that."
"Yeah, you kinda do. So what're our plans for the evenin', stud?"
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"--ya took me out on a date without me realizing it. Real smooth."
"That had to be the worst impression I ever made in my life."
"Kinda sucks that it was one of yer first impressions, too. It took me a while to convince him to let me hang out with you again."
"I feel like he’s gonna bring it up one day."
"Y'gotta be kiddin' me. You stress over the dumbest things, hon'."
"Has he, like, said anything about me and drinking since, or.."
"--Dimi, darlin', it's been how many years since that happened? He probably doesn't remember, but I do."
"I don’t want to remember."
"I did say it'd come back t'haunt you, didn't I?"
"How’s a beer sound?"
"--remember the last time we had just one beer and you threw up in the back of my dad's truck?"
she’s resting peacefully in her bed, hand tucked neatly underneath her head before she feels the lightest of tugs on her comforter.
' ——i ain't gettin' up now. '
she's resting peacefully in her bed, hand tucked neatly underneath her head before she feels the lightest of tugs on her comforter.
' ----i ain't gettin' up now. '
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"..."
She flicked his forehead, and there was another groan that left him as weakly tried to sit up. He felt aches all along his body, and he hoped to everything that it wasn’t going to last. He never got sick much throughout his life, but when he did, it was usually bad. That didn’t mean that he didn’t want to try to fight it, however.
"I just need a shower and I’ll be okay," he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. He loved that Maggie worried about him the way she did, even if he felt bad when she was concerned over him.
"Is it that obvious?"
A tiny scoff escapes her as she settles herself on the chair next to his bed, cocking an eyebrow at his question. Instead of answering right away, she merely runs her fingers through his hair for a moment, a smile coming to her lips.
"It is very, very obvious. You look like the back-end of a horse that was run over-- twice."
Was that mean? Oh well, he'd get over it.
Dmitri was groaning quietly. The fever he had running was a high one—well, that was what he got for barely taking care of himself. He had chills, and Maggie had insisted on taking him to the hospital. He denied, of course. It wasn’t exactly easy to get into a hospital as a hunter, what with all of the fake identifications he owned. At least he hadn’t been charged with murder or anything—but he had committed arson in the case of burning down a building.
"Nnngh."
"Don't you 'nngh' me, Dimi," she grumbles, flicking his forehead.
Despite his current predicament, the last thing she felt for her friend was pity. He was the one always vanishing for days at a time-- not telling her where he'd gone. Said it was 'top secret stuff' that she didn't need to worry about.
How was she not supposed to worry when he basically acted like a five year-old all the time?
"I mean it-- you need to rest."
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