☮ 037; [action for Goldenrod]

[philanthrotaku]

Tonight, wandering outside the Goldenrod inn was one (1) miserable engineer staggering in the vague direction of the department store. His face was quite obviously flushed, and along with the whiplash-inducing sneezing fits it was quite obvious he had a nasty cold.

Thanks for that, Liquid.

"Phaaaa." Asimov tugged on his sleeve, trying to pull him

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[boldandresolute]

Liquid, meanwhile, was back in the hotel room that Otacon was heading toward, bruised up to hell and with his right arm in a cast that was a distressingly unfortunate shade of pink. He'd had no choice in the matter-- apparently pink was the only color of cast left in the Pokemon Center, and no one heeded him when he'd said that it would be fine with just a splint.

And they were almost out of tea. And he still hadn't killed his father yet.

Things just weren't going Liquid's way these days.

[philanthrotaku]

Otacon walked back in with Asimov, steps unsteady as he shut the door behind him.

"Hey." he muttered, pushing his glasses a little further up his nose. "Asimov wasn't gonna let me go shopping. Probably do it after the holiday."

[boldandresolute]

"Tch."

The engineer looked like he was about to fall over, anyway-- it was probably for the best that he came back and got some rest or something. He stood, annoyed that his right arm was useless.

"Fine. I'll go out and get it myself. Now lie down and shut up, you sound like an old man."

[philanthrotaku]

"...do not." He stumbled into the kitchen, leaning on the wall.

"Besides, it'll probably be closed in a little bit, where it's a holiday. Just wait a couple days, alright?"

[no_nukes_plz]

"Hal!"

Huey had been balanced, half-slumped against the wall when he noticed Otacon. After a long moment, he hesitantly approached. "What's wrong? You look like hell," he wondered aloud.

[philanthrotaku]

"M'fine." he replied hoarsely with a small smile.

"It's j-just a cold."

[no_nukes_plz]

He laughed lightly. "Such good timing, too. What a day to pick to get ill," Huey chided, stepping closer to check him over. Spotting nothing really out of the ordinary, he shrugged lightly. "You should get lots of rest. If you need anything, I'll go get it. You shouldn't be outside right now."

[philanthrotaku]

"I'm just gonna go lie down for a while...probably go back out later." Otacon muttered, seeming a little dazed.

"Somebody's gotta do the shopping around here, and I don't quite trust Liquid to do it without punching someone."

LOL WHAT ARE TIMELINES.

[foolishwren]

It was evening now.

The bustle of the day had died down and Heather had restrained herself a little bit-- as much as she wanted to be RIGHT THERE with the pair, she recognized exhaustion when she saw it. It was something she hadn't been entirely free of this past month.

There was a knock on the door-- before it opened slightly. Heather poked her head in.

"Hey...!"

[philanthrotaku]

"Hey." Otacon answered with a small but genuine smile. He sniffled a little before waving her over and rummaging through his backpack.

"C'mere, I got something for you."

[foolishwren]

She edged inside, shutting the door quietly behind her.

"Is it another pony?" she asked jokingly, heading over to him.

[philanthrotaku]

"Not quite as good as that, no." he admitted with a quiet laugh.

After a moment, he produced a small and carefully wrapped box, handing it to her.