may i request lemon angst?
Awakening with a start, feeling an electric sting within his body leftover as Lemon barely recognized where he was. It took a moment for him to take in his surroundings, but observations allowed him to realize he was... In his basement. It wasn't much of a basement, actually, more like a makeshift lab for his roommate that claimed they had no home.
"Ah, you are finally conscious once more." Speak of the Devil and they'll appear, it seems. "I knew those 'medical professionals' didn't know what they were speaking of." Lemon missed these words, focusing more on the labcoated individual in the room that was setting mere feet from him. Whatever had happened, apparently it left Aloe satisfied. They didn't show it too well, but living with someone for... however long they'd been here... certainly gave an idea to quirks.
Though, even past the whole quirk shenanigans, Lemon's confusion hadn't ceased. He attempted to lift himself to sit up, only to wince at the very start. His chest- Dear Tree it was sore! Why? "Careful there, Lemon. I suggest staying laid back at the approximate angle I've adjusted to keep yourself comforted." Ugh, Aloe was always odd in their speech. The blonde was never too sure how to handle it, but he did as he was told and laid back.
Staring at the ceiling of fluorescent lights, Lemon felt a chill go down his spine. And... It spread through the rest of him, lingering around his heart. Now, Lemon wasn't entirely keen on anatomy, but... "Hey, Al." He addressed the oddity of a roommate, who came right by their side with their typical null expression. "I feel... Cold." The other simply blinked at him, finding this to be nothing more than a stray comment. "Cold? Perhaps. I prefer my lab to be chilled. Melting is a horrific thing to experience." Seems Aloe doesn't know what Lemon is talking about, but at least they're still by his side. Though, the scientist's gaze was shifted away for the mention of 'melting'.
Shaking his head, Lemon's eyes couldn't help but squint in the slightest form of irritation at the misunderstanding. Aloe took note, revising their statement. "Perhaps your body temperature is playing tricks on you? Or your act of sleep let your physical form run cold for them to warm back up now that you have awoken?" Lemon had to restrain a groan from how dense Aloe could be at times. Then again, he could blame himself for being to vague. "No, like, inside. Something inside me feels cold... Or... Not right, at least."
"What an oddity." Now that certainly got a change of expression, as small as it was. Aloe displayed a certain curiosity, no worry to be seen. "Perhaps Caramel could investigate what is causing such an occurance. Your internal temperature shouldn't be altered from the rest of your organic material..." Again with the cryptic talk. If Lemon had a dollar for each time they spoke like this, he'd probably be rich. Probably. He didn't count these types of things, so he wouldn't know.
"Aloe." Lemon's eyes locked onto Aloe's, electrifying yellow meeting an unnerving green. It would be comforting, but with how he felt chills running through his viens... He couldn't find a shred of comfort. His voice bit as cold as he felt.
"My heart feels frozen, Al."