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[talim]

[ jude wakes up far too early in the morning to hear someone groaning in what sounds like discomfort. one glance at nisaka's empty bed tells him he should probably get up.

so he rolls out of bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and slowly, quietly makes his way over to the source of the heaving: the bathroom. and there is nisaka, hunched over the toilet.

well.

jude isn't going to ask what happened quite yet. instead, he rests a gentle hand on nisaka's back, a light touch, averting his gaze. ]

On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it?

[ he didn't seem like he was getting sick the day before and he wasn't around by the time jude went to sleep, which leaves just one other possibility: a hangover. ]

[tepidity]

[ it's probably a true testament to how miserable he's feeling right now that he gives no discernible reaction to the touch on his back. fortunately, he's also too miserable to even feel embarrassed about it all. ]

...I can't count that high.

[ baby's first hangover. rip him. ]

[talim]

[ a sigh. ]

Okay, okay.

[ jude keeps his hand on nisaka's back until it seems like he's finished. his next order of business is retreating to grab him a glass of water for him to rinse his mouth out with. ]

First hangover?

[ not that jude's ever had one, but he's not stupid. ]

[tepidity]

[ weakly, nisaka fumbles with the flush, because he realizes (belatedly) keeping the air clear and the surroundings as clean as possible is the least he could do. instead of really answering, all he does is roll his head around to rest the side of his head on his arm, large eyes trying (in vain) to focus on the other boy in front of him. ]

How can you tell?

1/2

[talim]

Because I've never had one, and I'm fairly sure we're around the same age, give or take.

[ fifteen, sixteen... ]

Plus... you look like death.

[ ^__^ ]

2/2

[talim]

Does your head hurt? Come with me. I have something for it.

[ jude offers his arm down for nisaka to grab hold of. a wordless offer to help him walk; something tells him voicing it might just embarrass him, and he knows nisaka does not want to be embarrassed. ]

[tepidity]

[ those eyes focus on the proffered arm, for perhaps longer than is necessary, but eventually he is slipping a hand onto it to help himself up, though he keeps his gaze firmly away now in a vain attempt to spare whatever dignity he has left. (hint: it's not much.)

his legs are wobbly, unsteady, but he manages to follow jude out of the bathroom well enough. ]

Your given power wouldn't happen to be getting rid of hangovers, would it?

[ because man. if only. ]

[talim]

Unfortunately, it's nothing quite that unique, but at the very least I'll do what I can.

[ jude wraps an arm around his shoulders until they make it to nisaka's bed, and he gently releases his hold on him so he can sit down. ]

Hang tight for a sec.

[ not like he's likely to go anywhere right about now, but... anyway. jude goes to grab some more water and some painkillers. a doctor should always have medicine on hand, right? ]

[tepidity]

[ he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands. mostly because staying vertical is much more difficult than he thought it would be, but it does make picking his head back up when jude returns that much more difficult.

he blinks, mildly surprised by the pills. ]

...I guess nothing beats the old fashioned way.

voice

[allforshu]

Nisa-kun~. I just wanted ya to know that I'm gradin' yer scarf with another student I picked up~. It ain't a serious competition or anythin' like that, but make sure ya do yer best anyway, okay~?

[someone is having too much fun being sensei]

No deadline though, so take yer time!

voice

[tepidity]

[ it's kind of startling how this telepathic communication thing works... voices or images or texts just pop up out of nowhere, making it pretty difficult for someone as unused to it as nisaka to act all that natural when it happens.

fortunately, his new coworkers already think he's kind of odd, so... ]

Wouldn't grading it against someone else's automatically make it a competition already?

[allforshu]

Guess so... but no one'll die from losin', so it ain't anythin' but for fun, okay?

[mika.]

[tepidity]

[ mika?? ]

What kind of competitions does your world have?

[allforshu]

Battles of life or death! [in reputation.] We sharpen our weapons [songs] an' hone our [dance] skills for every battle!

[... lives.]

Eheh, or so it goes~. But Yumenosaki's Dreamfes really are tough... it's relaxed now, but it used to be real bad last year.

[tepidity]

[ you can't see the dubious look on his face, mika, but you probably know what he sounds like now. ]

I have a hard time imagining anything called "Dreamfes" is that challenging... What was it that you did?

[allforshu]

[Absolutely he does.]

Nn... it depends on the unit yer facin', honestly, but they really are somethin' else... Yeah, it is~. Valkyrie can't participate much 'cause of money and stuff, but whenever we take the stage no one forgets it!

[Even if on their big return during Tanabata they lost, there's no doubt who was truly controlling the stage, the flow that night. It was exhilarating.]

I wish I could show ya~. They're really fun, Nisa-kun, even a sourdrop like you'd get it~.

hello little tsun it's time for gifts

[keeptrucking]

[Or, cleverly when Nisaka isn't home so he can get away with actually delivering this gift, Daichi will leave him a boy..... no it's just a scarf, the only thing Daichi thinks is fashionable in the world. There's a note attached that pretends very hard to be anonymous, in the way that it says

Whoooaaa who could this be from???

and instead of a signature, has a little drawing... of a pretzel..... just take it.]

ohno

[tepidity]

[ this is so rude... how dare this soft pretzel boy......

NOW HE'S GONNA HAVE TO GIFT HIM BACK, HMPH. hope you like dumb pencil cases sloppily (not really, he's kind of stupidly adept at most things he tries, sorry about it) sewn together by a total newbie... jerk.

THIS IS LEFT AT HIS DOORSTEP WITHOUT A NOTE, BECAUSE FUCK YOU. ]

bats eyes

[keeptrucking]

[How dare he gift back?? This is war... or it would be war if Daichi could figure it out, which honestly he can't...

One day when he learns Nisaka can sew, THEN IT'S ON??? He'll treasure this ridiculous shark baby in the meantime.]

huffs

[tepidity]

[ i hope he sees nisaka in his apron one day and thinks he's been body-snatched ]

[keeptrucking]

[telepathic message: nisaka-kun do you have a twin brother oh just kidding your not-a-twin is glaring at me haha that's just you]

[tepidity]

[ smooth... ]

sunsu NOW IN THE RIGHT SPOT,

[allforshu]

[There's a soft, energetic package sitting outside Nisaka's apartment with "Nisa-kun" on it, and if he dares to open it...

Well, the dark green sweater will wrap itself around Nisaka happily, hugging tightly. But not strangling. It's got gold tinsel sewed into it front and back, and the long sleeves mark it as homemade as fuck. It really shouldn't be a surprise who's done this. A note will also fall out when the sweater moves:

Nisa-kun~!

I know you said I shouldn't make you anything, but I did anyway~! Especially now that I know how my magic works! I can make things and they come to life! How? Se-cret!

Don't worry, it's friendly, and very warm~. I hope your holiday is good, Nisa-kun, and that you don't have to work today~! I'll see you again soon!

]

sunsu secret santa

[teratias]

[There are, left in a neatly wrapped brown paper parcel, the following items:

Knitted gloves in black with silver detailing, a matching scarf that features silver fringe, and a stack of chocolate bars in various percentages of cocoa.]

There's a receipt for everything at the bottom of the box in case this Secret Santa thing requires returns.

action

[watchfully]

[Several days post-firework festivities (etc) Alcor's sitting in Nisaka's window as if it were an ordinary seat, waiting for him to either wake up or return from condom-buying, your choice. Either way, he's got a box with him.]