@cripplemagics sent : Aoi sits on the bed, holding one of her plushies. Her eyes bore through Ilmerrisan. "Please, lay down or even just. . . Sit on the bed." They're not asking for sex. They don't want to get fucked up together on drugs. She just wants him to rest. "Merris, you're going to collapse again if you don't stop and rest."
it's taken so much for him just to enter the room, without any promise of doing what they'd asked made or any request for rest implied at the start of whatever sort of dance this is bound to become, so ilmerrisan stands there with his back against the brick wall of the bunker-bedroom that's been set up for him for nearly two decades now, but has only been used a handful of times, each of those not even for the initial intention for the space.
his shoulders start to push into the off-white painted brickstones now, his attention reeling a bit as he looks away from them to the floor. "i'll be fine, aoi. you take a nap, i have to get back to work." but he's making no move to leave the room, because somewhere in the depths of his frame, there's a desire to rest. to be allowed to be some kind of human again when he's been a roaring machine of experimentation and documentation for the last who knows how many years at this point.
perhaps a house on the coast near the netherlands' border, with a dog big enough to tackle him, and the ability to stand out on the sands in the rain.
"i am incapable of dying, so there is no point in me allowing myself something as frivolous as rest."
