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overjoyed_logs2017-02-01 03:37 pm
kicksdogs) wrote in overjoyed_logs2017-02-01 03:37 pm
closed | will you lay down your armor?
Who: Dio & Giorno
Where: Giorno's little apartment
When: W3D5
Summary: Thanks to Giorno, Dio is sick.
Restrictions/Warnings: Language, mentions of past child abuse maybe, Dio being a horrible roommate.
[It started with a very mild fever. Giorno insisted Dio come stay with him until he was feeling better and Dio insisted against that. He didn't need someone to take care of him, sick or not, especially Giorno. He had his own issues to handle and Dio didn't feel like being another reason for Giorno to... worry? That was like telling a cat not to eat fish ever again and just as useless, but it didn't change how he felt.
In the end Giorno managed to get his way somehow and Dio ended his afternoon not in his own bed, but on Giorno's and furiously refusing to look pleased by it. Even if he had to be here it didn't mean he had to be happy.
The day started with a mild fever and by sundown it had evolved into a hot flush that left him weak in his limbs and exhausted beyond belief. All he wanted to do was sleep, but between the fire under his skin and the chills wracking his body there was hardly a position he could find comfortable enough.
Eventually he gives up, kicking away the bed sheets to stand up and wobble his way into the kitchen.]
Where: Giorno's little apartment
When: W3D5
Summary: Thanks to Giorno, Dio is sick.
Restrictions/Warnings: Language, mentions of past child abuse maybe, Dio being a horrible roommate.
[It started with a very mild fever. Giorno insisted Dio come stay with him until he was feeling better and Dio insisted against that. He didn't need someone to take care of him, sick or not, especially Giorno. He had his own issues to handle and Dio didn't feel like being another reason for Giorno to... worry? That was like telling a cat not to eat fish ever again and just as useless, but it didn't change how he felt.
In the end Giorno managed to get his way somehow and Dio ended his afternoon not in his own bed, but on Giorno's and furiously refusing to look pleased by it. Even if he had to be here it didn't mean he had to be happy.
The day started with a mild fever and by sundown it had evolved into a hot flush that left him weak in his limbs and exhausted beyond belief. All he wanted to do was sleep, but between the fire under his skin and the chills wracking his body there was hardly a position he could find comfortable enough.
Eventually he gives up, kicking away the bed sheets to stand up and wobble his way into the kitchen.]
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he's been doing work. one can argue that he's been doing a lot of running around figuring out where and when he's needed by fellow killjoys. he intends to make a good impression to them, but all the same, what he sees of the plague frightens him. and now that dio has been infected, giorno is even more worried. for his brother, sure, but also because he's only been lucky so far not to have been too affected by the events considering his abilities. if he actually comes down sick he'd be pretty angry at dio. he told the boy not to leave his place. no doubt he didn't listen to him again.
wrangling dio to medical when the boy can still walk will be troublesome.
giorno arrives in the apartment, quietly moving towards him with intent. he grabs dio's hand. ]
Come. I have something for you.
[ ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ ]
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[Somehow, even in his flushed state, manages to look annoyed at Giorno's mere entrance. As if this was his home and not his brother's. On a good day he'd have fast enough reflexes to pull away from Giorno's grip, but he was at a feverish disadvantage. Instead, he growls.]
Nothing you ever give me brings me comfort, Giorno. [Maybe that's a lie. Still, he graciously allows himself to be tugged along, a little more placid by his fever.] In fact I feel almost cursed.
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[ giorno murmurs this as quietly as he takes him to a chair. he pulls it out from the table for him, gesturing him to sit, except that he's hovering menacingly over him in a way that implies he will bodily tie him there if he has to. ]