CICONIA: WHEN THEY CRY

[insinning]

It's a holy night. Silent night.

All is calm.

Everything is b r i g h t.

Comments

[dissimulative]

[ Oria shrieks, freezing up and tense. ]

Cold!! That's cold!!!! How come I'm feeling the cold but I don't feel anything else?!

1/2

[insinning]

[ the whiplash is real]

Ah, that...

2/2

[insinning]

Miss Binari said it's really important to keep your muscles iced for a bit after being hit by a taser.

[Oria, please. You're in the medical bay.]

[dissimulative]

[ Freaking medbay. Oria huffs as he tries to calm down but he can't! It's too cold!! He doesn't like it!! Weh!! It's weird when he can't feel his muscles tense but he can feel how cold it is. ]

Anyway, no going off on your own. I know what you're gonna do if you do, and I won't have that.

[ Mister Ticking Time Bomb. ]

[insinning]

I'd...be careful.

[Sinclair glances around and takes one of the ice packs away, wraps it in a pillow case he takes off a nearby pillow and gives it back to Oria. Any better?]

...though you'd be safer here, you know.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria crosses his arms, making the ice packs slide off and looks at Sinclair with a frown.

No. ]

[insinning]

[Ah. He ducks his head sheepishly]

...sorry. I wont do anything like that. I promise.

[dissimulative]

You really think I'd even consider the option of staying here while you go out by yourself? Fuck no.

[ He doesn't care about this nurse being here. That's how much he feels strongly about it. ]

[insinning]

No, but, if you stayed injured...

[The nurse is just chilling. This is hardly the worst she's ever heard. Put the icepacks back on :T]

[dissimulative]

[ This is where Oria gives Sinclair a stern staredown because there is nothing in the world that will prevent him from going to battle by Sinclair's side. He will do absolutely everything in his power to do so, even if it means escaping the medbay and stealing a Gauntlet somehow. He would be more reasonable if he was told to rest until the fight day comes, but this? No. No compromise.

Anyway, he doesn't say anything. The stare is all Sinclair gets. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair hangs his head a little, but reaches out to take Oria's hand]

...I know. I'm sorry. I won't do it.

[dissimulative]

Damn right you won't.

[ He huffs and squeezes the hand, even though there's a twitch. Must be the aftershock. ]

... As long as you don't go off anywhere, I'll be here to recover.

[insinning]

I'll stay right put. [Because he's worried about Oria way too much to go far. His brow furrows at the way Oria's hand twitches]

...they really didn't need to do that to you.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria shrugs as much as he can with everything happening. ]

But they did, and nothing can change that except propoganda.

[ He's joking, so he must be fine. ]

[insinning]

[Hmmm]

Propaganda? That seems difficult.

[dissimulative]

Yeah? Tell me something I don't know.

[ Oria definitely seems better despite his limbs feeling like jelly for a bit. ]

But really, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I'll be in tip top shape in no time!

[insinning]

[ Sinclair's brow furrows a little, but after a moment, he nods]

...okay. But make sure you rest up, okay?