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Where: Dave and John’s hotel room
When: Valentine’s Day, later in the afternoon
Summary: After delivering almost all her Valentine’s day gifts, Rose decides to visit John to give him his present and see if he’s feeling any better.
Rating: No higher than PG (and probably not even that…)
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In addition to being dateless, John was also sick and had therefore decided to skip all the Valentine’s Day shenanigans in favor of staying inside to watch TV and play with his pokemon. However, unbeknownst to him, Slimer (his prankster of a Gastly) had decided it would be downright hysterical to switch his master’s daytime cough medicine with the stronger, sleep-inducing nighttime stuff. How he managed to do this is another story entirely, and probably one which will never be told.

So by the time three o’clock rolled around, John was out like a light on the couch, wrapped up in what was most likely every blanket in he and Dave’s hotel room. And that’s how he remained for the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening. Casey, his Buneary, was asleep next to him because…hey, apparently it was naptime and she wasn’t going to complain about that! Before falling asleep herself though, she had taken John’s glasses off because he was just so silly and so tired that he had apparently forgotten to do so. And that was weird to her, because…~~daddy~~ John always takes his glasses off before naptime! It was just one of those facts of life!

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There's a sharp intake of breath as she puts her hand to his forehead. His embarrassed blush is probably not helping with his already too-high temperature, but hopefully Rose wouldn't notice a differe-- yeah right, who does he think he's kidding?

"Um, yeah."

"...are you alright?" Hand to his cheek now. "Your fever seems to have gone down, however your cheeks are flushed. You aren't feeling feint or anything, correct?"

"N-No, I'm fine!"

He shakes his head vigorously, perhaps a little too vigorously because a moment later he's wincing and holding his head.

"Ow, I think I just...scrambled my brain."

She just woke up, John. It is too early to be taking care of you.

Standing, she stumbles a little before finding her way to the bathroom, painkillers on he mind for her poor friend. Once found, she returns, handing two pills to him.

"Take those. Make sure to drink plenty of water with it."

He sniffles. Man, he is just falling apart isn't he? After receiving the pills, he looks down at his knees and mumbles:

"Thanks."

He pops the pills into his mouth and look Rose, he even remembered to drink some water! Even though it's kind of warm at this point and that's just the tiniest bit nasty. He resists the urge to shudder and stick out his tongue with moderate success. His tongue stays in his mouth, but he kinda...cringes a bit.

Watching to make sure he takes it with success, she can't help but feel the slightest bit sorry for him. He looks like a kicked puppy. At this present moment, he had to be the most pathetic looking creature she had ever seen.

Sitting next to him, and with great hesitation, she tugs him into a hug, mumbling quietly.

"Look. I just want you to recuperate and feel better. It was my fault you became ill in the first place, and I would feel terrible if it were to get worse."

He just sits there in here arms, stunned...what? How could she possibly think this was her fault? It wasn't really anyone's fault. Well...maybe his, he probably shouldn't have fooled around in the snow as much as he did on the way up here. Rolling around in the snow trying to make yourself into a giant snowball had seemed like an awesome idea at the time, even if it did work. Lesson learned: if Gamzee thinks it's a good idea, don't do it.

"It's not your fault. And I told you: I'll be okay. But thanks for worrying anyway."

He wasn't sure if that was something you should say thank you for, but he was touched all the same. And he figured that was a good enough reason to say thank you as any.

"If I had been a better leader, rather than allowing you to frolic in the snow as you had, you likely would not be sick now. It is my fault."

A few more moments of hugging before she withdraws, sitting down to look at him with a slight smile.

"You had most certainly get better. If I have to stop by every day to ensure that, I will, though if Dave really is taking as good care of you as you say I likely won't have to, will I?"

He rolls his eyes and makes an exasperated tch noise. Only Rose would rationalize it like that way.

"I still would have done it anyway. Besides, you did just fine as leader. You managed to get us here in one piece after all."

He fiddles with the hem of his shirt.

"Well if you want to I won't stop you, but you don't have to. After all I wouldn't want to keep you from enjoying yourself as long as we're here."

Arms are crossing again.

"You would have done it anyway?" She is obviously quite disappointed with this answer, John. Her scorn melts away at his second response.

"John, as long as a friend is sick, I will not fully enjoy myself. I will simply have to drop in at some point."

Shaaaammmeeee! He can just feel the displeasure and scorn radiating off of Rose. He shrinks back a bit, lifting his arms in front of his face in a shielding reflex that is natural to all nerds. ~~Please don't hit me!~~

He's caught a bit off-guard when the scorn-waves stop though, and even more off guard by what she says. All he can think to say is:

"Um, okay."

Yeah he's just full of wit and charm tonight, isn't he?

Siiiiigh.

"How do they say it...? 'Chin up' John."

Giving the room a quick look around, she fished the final gift out of her bag, placing the single perfect wrapped chocolate on Dave's TV.

"This is for Dave. If you can, will you make sure he gets it tonight?"

"Yeah I can do that, no problem."

He pauses.

"So...does that mean you're leaving now?"

He looks a little sad at this thought. This evening may have gotten a little awkward and he knew she was going to have to leave eventually but...he was a little sad at the prospect of the only human contact he'd had all day leaving.

"...well. I would rather Dave receive that without me being present." Kicked puppies. Why does he always look like a pile of kicked puppies?

Walking back over to him, she awkwardly reached a hand out and pulled a Dave 'this is how I will comfort you Rose' move, ruffling his hair.

"I am sure he will return soon enough. It is awfully late, and there is only so much time one can spend dancing the waltz and swing."

And now he's confused again. It shows on his face, he's really having trouble puzzling this one out. He opens his mouth to say something, takes a breath, then closes it again because apparently he didn't actually have anything to say. He thinks, then opens his mouth again. Oh he might actually have it this time!

"But...we weren't...dancing?"

Yeah no, he doesn't have it. Not at all. Stop trying John, you'll only hurt your brain more.

"Wha--no John, we weren't. Karkat and Dave are, however. Or they should be." They had better be, after all of that hard work she put into it. There would be might scorning if they did not dance.

Okay, apparently he missed something here. Weren't hateboyfriends supposed well...hate each other? Shouldn't they be like...punching each other or something else hateful like that? Or was there some weird Alternian hate-dance or something? Trollmance man...how does it work?

"But...oh! OH!"

Now he gets it.

"You meant you wanted to leave before...okay right. I got it now."

"Exactly. Meaning unfortunately, I must depart." But not without a hug, obviously, as she bends down to wrap her free arm around his shoulders.

"Take care of yourself, and get well." Looking pointedly at the Buneary, she smiles. "Casey, you make sure he takes his medicine. I'm leaving you in charge." She couldn't help but spoil that Pokemon. She was just too cute.

He gives her an awkward one-armed return hug.

"Yeah, I will."

Casey, who had been gnawing playfully on one of the couch pillows until that moment, looked suddenly serious (or as serious as she could manage to look) as Rose addressed her. Was that a salute? Yep, that was a salute.

Bun!

She will perform her duties to the best of her abilities ma'am! You can count on her, she is so on top of this!

"Good. Good night, John. And happy Valentine's Day again."

She will just slip out the door now, heading back to her room. A good night's sleep is what both of them needed, and she definitely had that on her mind.

"Good night Rose. You too."

He waved a bit as she left. As soon as the door closed and she was assuredly out of earshot, he turned to Casey with a very confused and somewhat distressed look on his face.

"Okay...that was weird right?"

E-Eary?

"Yeah, it was, you're right. Um. What just happened?"

She just...stares at him. She's a bunny, John, and she's two weeks old on top of that. She has no idea what any of that was.

"What? Don't look at me like that, it's a legitimate question! Man..."

Once more, he pushes his bangs back and exhales, his other hand finding the top of Casey's head and scratching her behind the ears. He was definitely feeling a lot of what could only be described as -stuff- right now. Too bad he couldn't make any sense of it, he was sure trying though.

Casey made a happy little noise at the ear scratches, enjoying them for a moment before looking up at her ~~daddy~~ master. She gave the Buneary equivalent of a giggle, he was just really so very silly. But hopefully, hopefully he'd figure everything out because Casey was absolutely convinced that Rose would be the very best ~~mommy~~ second master.

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