Not dead yet ;A; [pseudo-open]
Characters: Green, anyone who knows him well enough to drop by his house
Date/Time: The evening/morning after Erika's party (show up whenever, I don't really care)
Location: Green's house (particularly his bedroom)
Warnings: Green being really OOC because he is kind of delirious from fever
Summary/Notes: Script-style. Green is sick! Pay him a visit, won't you?
[Green is tossing in bed, burning hot from the fever. Eevee's curled up in a ball next to him, nudging the cold compress back onto his forehead when it slips off. Every now and then, he mumbles something, his tone ranging from furious to wistful, but it's never louder then a raspy whisper.
After a few minutes, his eyes open, and he rolls onto his back with a low groan. Eevee just manages to leap out of the way before she gets sat on, and licks his cheek. His head feels like it's trying to split in half, and everything seems to be moving, and, and-what time is it?
Man, he could really go for a glass of water. Unfortunately, Eevee doesn't have hands. His eyes are already starting to droop...he'll probably slip back into half-consciousness in a minute or two.
Seems like nobody else is home right now; perhaps they stepped out for a minute, or went to Erika's party? But anyone who knows him would know that he keeps a spare key under the flower pot. Let yourself in! It's not like he's not used to finding random people in his house at all hours.]
Date/Time: The evening/morning after Erika's party (show up whenever, I don't really care)
Location: Green's house (particularly his bedroom)
Warnings: Green being really OOC because he is kind of delirious from fever
Summary/Notes: Script-style. Green is sick! Pay him a visit, won't you?
[Green is tossing in bed, burning hot from the fever. Eevee's curled up in a ball next to him, nudging the cold compress back onto his forehead when it slips off. Every now and then, he mumbles something, his tone ranging from furious to wistful, but it's never louder then a raspy whisper.
After a few minutes, his eyes open, and he rolls onto his back with a low groan. Eevee just manages to leap out of the way before she gets sat on, and licks his cheek. His head feels like it's trying to split in half, and everything seems to be moving, and, and-what time is it?
Man, he could really go for a glass of water. Unfortunately, Eevee doesn't have hands. His eyes are already starting to droop...he'll probably slip back into half-consciousness in a minute or two.
Seems like nobody else is home right now; perhaps they stepped out for a minute, or went to Erika's party? But anyone who knows him would know that he keeps a spare key under the flower pot. Let yourself in! It's not like he's not used to finding random people in his house at all hours.]