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[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[Luke is an intelligent retard, really. which is precisely why he is a mound of human blankets in the room designated as his, the only signs of aforementioned bundle containing a person being an exposed foot and a tuft of red hair.

the door is open, feel free to come harass him.]

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[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*messes with it, reaching under the blankets slightly*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[additional grumbling, finally worming his way out of the blankets to frown at her]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Morning, sweetie.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[squints, burying himself back into the blankets to cough]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... c'mere.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[whines softly, but doesn't move]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*reaches in, grabbing for his forehead*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[he promptly nuzzles into said hand slightly, a good deal warmer than he should be]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... well, I see why you're sleeping now.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[just makes a vaguely affirmative grunt from beneath his fluff]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... *leans in to press a kiss to the part of his hair she can get to, and leaves for a moment*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[being only half-conscious as is, he only vaguely registers her departure]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*comes back with a nice, hot mug of chamomile tea*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[stirs a little at the smell of it, squinting from beneath his blankets]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

I think you might want this, sweetie.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[sits up a little, frowning] [takes the tea with a faint smile]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Hey, you use "babe" on me.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[sips carefully at the tea]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*laughs, sitting down next to him*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[leans a little to the side, touching his (blanket-enshrouded) shoulder to hers]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

No problem. *kisses his cheek*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[closes his eyes over and absently tightens his grip on the mug of tea]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Give it a swig. Should at least keep your throat feeling fine.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[eyes her over the mug as he takes a sip]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

As long as it isn't due to coughing so hard you throw up, the tea does its job.