" you texted me a long and incoherent text that held about 90% of the emoji list and about four different languages. figured it wouldn't hurt to drop by and see how you were doing. " he wasn't sure if it was one of the 'mons or them, but roark opted for the bagel uber just to make sure he was okay. turns out he might not be. he brought lemon tea and honey. don't at him, his momma taught him. // this is too funny not to send
PROMPT: caring for the sick!
❝ sorry, ❞ they want to lie &͟. say it was cannoli, that it had been mascarpone or éclair messing with their phone, or tiramisu regardless of the fact that the zoroark knows better than to send such random things to others when he was debilitatingly sick &͟. it would be cause for concern: instead he says nothing &͟. allows his appearance to speak for itself, a wet cloth applied to his forehead in order to work away at the fever that scorched him from the inside out. they’d taken their pills, eaten an actual meal for the first time in what would be considered ages &͟. had sat on the very edge of the couch with their phone in grasp because roark had insisted that they text him to keep them on that same schedule lest they miss a day of their prescribed medication. they’re uncertain what happened, if they’d passed out momentarily &͟. it’s why that demonic message had been sent to the other when they had meant to type, ‘took my pills. i’m okay.’ &͟. leave it at that, perhaps a phone call later just to alleviate roark’s anxiety in regards to their health status but not much beyond that ‘til he felt better enough to make the trip to oreburgh city on his own. instead roark is here, bagel in tow whilst cannoli trots over to greet the pokémon, tiny pawstep over tiny pawstep. out of sight, out of mind. ❝ i had a moment. i didn’t mean to worry you, ❞ at least he doesn’t have to make that grueling phone call later, now that roark can overlook his condition in person, he’s never quite liked speaking over cellular devices, preferring face to face communication regardless of the fact that it wasn’t always feasible when it came to individuals who lived in completely different regions. their grin is sheepish, bashful, perhaps even mortified, gaze downcast, ashamed whilst they wring their hands in their lap &͟. breathe heavily through their mouth akin to a panting herdier. ( it would be easier to combat the influenza were it not for that damn congestion that continues to come back with a vengeance. )
❝ my vision went black for a second because it was unbearably hot and i might have a headache now. i can’t tell … when everything else hurts, ❞ from their head to every limb &͟. every aspect of their body / their chest is the most concerning but … they won’t worry themself sick about it now when they have roark here, whose presence had instantaneously perked them up, like a golden retriever puppy. ( were he a dog his tail would be incessantly wagging. ) ❝ is that tea for me? ❞
