Because these two need more snarky-adorable moments in their lives

[bandagedbandit]

[It hasn't been the best day for Clarissa. After (bitching, whining, confining herself to the overnight room for hours instead of working) complaining of feeling exhausted and achy all day, she had decided enough was enough. As forcefully as one can be when they feel like the inside of their head has been packed-tight with cotton-wool, she had pawned-off her remaining paperwork onto the displeased grunts, before finally grabbing her things and leaving the base early.

A short while later, she is standing not outside her own front door, but Lance's. Her apartment would have been much easier to return to, but for some reason Clarissa is here instead. ...She just felt like it, okay? It's not like she wanted to see him that badly that she'd even drag herself all the way here when she's sick or anything, gosh. She hits the buzzer, not having the energy to rudely assault the door today (the only time Clarissa acts like a rational person is when something is wrong), before standing there swaying as she waits for Lance to answer, eyes screwed shut and knocking her palm against her forehead as if that will somehow dislodge the dull, heavy pain out of her head.]

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[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

[ when she finally does open her eyes Lance is standing (shirtless, mind you), leaning against the doorjam and whistling. he doesn't even ask her why she's there, or what's wrong, or even greet her, just- ]

You look like shit.

[bandagedbandit]

[That makes her start slightly, she hadn't even noticed the door open. Normally the sight of Lance without a shirt would be at least a little appreciated, but...well. She's not feeling it. She feels about as shit as Lance thinks she looks.]

Fuck you.

[That's really as creative as a response she can give right now, too. If Lance allows her to, Clarissa will be pushing listlessly past and into the room. Maybe she'll feel better once she's indoors. She's chilly, which is odd, because the reading on the thermometer in her office hadn't agreed with her that it's cold today.]

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

[ he'll let her push past, continuing to whistle his tune as he shuts the door behind her. dark eyes drift over her sick form, and he nudges his head to the left, down the hall of his apartment. ]

Go lay down.

[bandagedbandit]

Nngh, fine...

[She dumps her bag in the hall, shoving it up against the wall with her foot, before padding woozily towards Lance's bedroom (because like hell is she going to lay on the sofa instead. Nope, stealing yo room.)]

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

[ dammit- whatever, following her in and flopping on the edge of the bed. ]

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa half-gets onto, half-falls awkwardly onto the bed, squirming down next to Lance — close, but still with a noticeable distance between them. She lies on her back, groaning as she kneads her temples with her fingers.]

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

Don't die on there.

[bandagedbandit]

Dying would mean I stop feeling this crappy, right? Ugh, geez...

[She rolls onto her side, curling up and pressing her face into the duvet. She rarely gets ill as it is, it's been forever since she was last this sick.]

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

I forbid it.

[bandagedbandit]

[Her voice is muffled from the face-full of bed covers.]

Like you can forbid me from anything.

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

I can do a lot of things.

[bandagedbandit]

Not to do with me, you can't. You can't stop me from doing shit.

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

Should I tie you up until you promise to live then?

You won't die of anything but old age.

[bandagedbandit]

[She'll lift her face off of the bed enough to look at him, scowling through headache-pangs.]

...Like this stupid flu would be enough to kill me anyway. I won't die on you, okay? So forget the tying up.

[...Well. She hopes she won't die at a stupid time, in any stupid way, but with how clumsy she is, who even knows?

She hesitates for a moment before forcing herself up and shuffling over, closing the distance between her and Lance and settling down awkwardly against him. At least he's a warm thing to be against, she's still got chills.]

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

Get under the covers, Clarissa.

[ but he's still resting his hand on her hip. ]

[bandagedbandit]

[But but but— if she gets under the covers, will you get under next to her? Only she's too prideful to ask that, and anyway, moving takes effort, effort being ill is making not want to use right now.]

Nn...don't want to...

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

Do it or I'll force you to.

[bandagedbandit]

What? How's that any way to treat someone who's sick? Geez!

[So not moving.]

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

[ PULL OFF THE COVERS

DRAGS YOU OVER ]

[bandagedbandit]

[Wha— WAIT WHAT, NO]

Hey—!

[Clarissa yelps indignantly as she's dragged. Once Lance is finished manoeuvring her, she lays there groaning for a moment — boyfriend, that's really not any way to treat someone when they're sick — before realising she never took off her boots. She scrambles to undo the laces and pulls them off. She tosses them over the side, each them landing on the floor with a heavy 'thunk', before she lets herself collapse back onto the bed.]

You're a jerk, y'know that?

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

So I've been told. Now rest.

[bandagedbandit]

[She will, but first? She'll be reaching for Lances wrist and tugging on his arm.]

Stay.

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

Why?

[ but he's staying ]

/banging-out tags before going to blaze through my college work — Zines project I will defeat you!

[bandagedbandit]

Why? Tch, I dragged myself all the way here, while sick, to see you, you know! ...So just stay with me for a while, got that?

[Will another pull on your arm convince you to lay down with her?



...Though preferably not face-to-face with her, if Lance gets the lurgi too then they're both screwed. Like hell if he thinks Clarissa would look after him if she's still ill too.]

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

...[ yeah he'll lay down now, pulling you close. ]

[bandagedbandit]

[Just one moment please — Clarissa will wriggle free just enough to grab for the mess of covers and pull them over the both of them, before burrowing down next to Lance again. She gives a small, please sigh, nuzzling against him. She's still shivering but it feels good to rest properly at last with Lance to warm her up; she's feeling drowsy already.]

Nn...stay with me like this for a while, yeah...?

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

If you want.

[ just closing his eyes too then... ]