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48th Draw [Voice/Action/Flailing? FLAILING.]
[Damn Malnosso.
The snow blew into Selphie's face as she began padding as fast as she could through the forest. She aches everywhere, can't think straight, feels like throwing up and generally wants to crawl into a hole and die. She doesn't know when they took her and she definitely doesn't remember what they did (hooray for sedation) but she knows that it's freezing and she's wearing a new feather dress. It does nothing to block out the cold chilling her skin or making her teeth chatter uncontrollably before she finds something she's only heard about.
A New Feather station.
For the most part, it's out of the wind and she scrambles into it before her frozen fingers begin clawing at the blanket but she couldn't open it fully. Her lips are blue from exposure and all she wants to do is sleep but even Selphie knows that she has to stay awake. She curls in on herself to keep what heat she can inside before she spots a journal on top of a small parcel. She reaches to open the book and presses the button that will let her call for help.
She'd head into town herself but well... frostbite is never a fun thing. Her voice is weak and tired sounding but she tries to put some energy into it. Damn medication. She decides right then and there that she's never getting sick.]
C-can anyone h-hear me? It's Selphie.
The snow blew into Selphie's face as she began padding as fast as she could through the forest. She aches everywhere, can't think straight, feels like throwing up and generally wants to crawl into a hole and die. She doesn't know when they took her and she definitely doesn't remember what they did (hooray for sedation) but she knows that it's freezing and she's wearing a new feather dress. It does nothing to block out the cold chilling her skin or making her teeth chatter uncontrollably before she finds something she's only heard about.
A New Feather station.
For the most part, it's out of the wind and she scrambles into it before her frozen fingers begin clawing at the blanket but she couldn't open it fully. Her lips are blue from exposure and all she wants to do is sleep but even Selphie knows that she has to stay awake. She curls in on herself to keep what heat she can inside before she spots a journal on top of a small parcel. She reaches to open the book and presses the button that will let her call for help.
She'd head into town herself but well... frostbite is never a fun thing. Her voice is weak and tired sounding but she tries to put some energy into it. Damn medication. She decides right then and there that she's never getting sick.]
C-can anyone h-hear me? It's Selphie.
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Sorry I worried you.
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[He'll work on getting her into bed and bundled up first. Once he's made sure Selphie's a snug little bug, he focuses on loading up the healing magic. Bless his mother 100 times over for that ability
since Cecil's ain't all that great.]How are you feeling?
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[Give her a minute.]
Bathtub!
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Okay. Let me run a bath. I'll be right back.
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and please tell me you're going to spare the giggling oocly on my end and a half hour will magically elapse between replies??? y/n/tickybox?Selphie curls back in on herself to keep warm while he's okay.]Okay.
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Aww, do I have to?Okay fine. About half an hour later, Selphie's getting snuggled back into bed, in her jammies. And with minimal gawking and peeping by Ceoderp. He tried to be a gentleman, that has to count for something, right?]Feel any better?
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Warmer. I like warm right now.
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I thought you grew up in the mountains?
[He has to tease. Because he's stupid scared she's not out of the woods yet.]
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I had the proper clothes on, dummy.
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I really hate those monsters.
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Don't worry about them so much.
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[He reeeeeeeally doesn't want to leave right now. Cuddly boyfriend is cuddly.]
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[Just say yes Ceodore.]
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[More head smooches. Although his jaw locks in determination right after.]
I won't let them take you anymore.
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[Snuggle, snuggle.
pillooooooooow comes the sleepy whine. Somebody has a bony elbow.]
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