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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.]