❝ dreary morning ⋆ vr, sm
scmaximoff:
he sleeps for a good couple hours, uninterrupted and when he wakes finally – from his tummy grumbling in annoyance at him – he’s pleased to note that his headache seems to have faded a little bit during his nap, his head doesn’t seem to be throbbing anymore and he sits up slowly, regretting it immediately and shifting inch by inch to lay back down with a groan. the nausea in his stomach seems to have subsided a bit as well, or enough, to make way for a new sensation there. hunger.
( the nauseous feeling in his head though, now that’s an entirely different story. )
glancing around the room, he catches sight of the bright pink sticky note near his glasses and he turns slowly to reach for it, blinking at the note and the number that’s attached and he really doesn’t know if he wants to take up the offer or not. the bright pink is making his eyes ache anyhow, so he quickly saves the number into his contacts. sebastian literally lays there again, going through the options he has and can take. he can’t call dalena, assuming that she was probably nursing a hangover that’s just as bad – or maybe worse – than his and he can’t call charles, pretty sure that he would be taking care of his sister. he checks the time by squinting at his phone and he whines to himself, closing his eyes. jason was most definitely in class so he couldn’t call him either. olivier scared him so he would definitely not call him. eloise was in class … he would feel weird asking steven or katy or alexa and even after all the options he’s considered, he finds he keeps ending up at the same one.
after a good fifteen minutes and twenty seven seconds later, he finally builds up the courage to text vincent, hoping that his note had been sincere and he wouldn’t feel like he had to take care of some sad, sick kid.
[ ✉ » vincent rogers ] hi > < um! this is sebastian maximoff? you gave me your number earlier … [ ✉ » vincent rogers ] i’m really sorry to bother you because you said you were going to class but i’m really hungry and i have no one else to ask > < [ ✉ » vincent rogers ] it’s okay if you can’t! > < it’s just … i can’t move without the room spinning > <
It’s reluctantly that he heads to class, much preferring to sit around doing nothing in Sebastian’s room than to sit around doing nothing in class. He pays attention (at least most of the time, he does), but it’s not something he deems as completely necessary. He can just as well learn the lessons from the textbook as from the teacher, and often faster. Sitting in the back of the classroom, by the door, he jerks slightly when his phone buzzes in his lap.
Quietly, surreptitiously, he glances down at his phone, smiling a little bit in surprise. He hadn’t expected the shy boy he’d left to actually text him – Sebastian seemed like the kind of person who would exhaust all other options before resorting to accepting a stranger’s help. Either he’d misjudged the younger male, or Sebastian really hadn’t had any other options.
( sebastian ) hey! you woke up again. i didn’t think you’d actually text me, heh. ( sebastian ) of course i don’t mind. anything specific you want? ( sebastian ) class is actually super boring and thank goodness you’re saving me. don’t move too much!
He slips out of class when the teacher’s attention is averted, planning on pleading an upset stomach should anyone question him, tugging his phone out again to await instructions from his mother figure’s little brother. Sebastian needs him, and since Dalena has never failed to be there, he figures it’s the least he can do. Dalena, after all, doesn’t need his help when she has Charles, so there’s no real way he can repay her but this.









