[ Unlike him, she's tidy and neat. Like him, she's a stubborn worrywart. It's funny how he can find the smallest similarities with a girl from another Japan—another world. He was happy with his own little bubble, but coming here has opened him to a whole new plethora of possibilities.
Before he answers, his fond smile quickly turns into a pout. ]
At least she stops looking so much. In fact, she's back to tucking the blanket around him since he had untucked himself in his struggle to strip down. ]
I was just curious. I haven't seen a real tattoo before. Not this close.
Did you need anything? You should keep fluids in your body, so keep drinking. We should probably take your temperature too, to make sure it isn't serious.
Ah, she's back to mom mode. He quietly sips more of his drink through the straw, curious about what he'd done to deserve this. Well, he doesn't mind being spoiled... ]
Um...
[ The loud rumbling of his stomach answers that for him. ]
I see. [ There are a lot of things she could make with pineapple that would go together better. Isn't it a bit too heavy for someone who has a fever?
But he's hiding behind blankets and nodding. SIGHS. Don't tell anyone how weak-willed she is with this stuff, Yata. ]
I think something lighter would be much better for your stomach... but if that's what you want. [ Not thinking much about it, she reaches forward and checks his forehead with her cool hands. ]
It's definitely more hot than normal. I'll find a thermometer while I'm at it.
But when she touches his forehead while he's shirtless, it's a totally different story. No, don't tell him being shirtless doesn't have anything to do with this. It has everything to do with this. It is in this moment that he realizes how exposed he is. Even if he's already covered in blankets.
This time, he sputters and pulls the covers over his head completely. ]
Without a word, the door closes softly behind her. Once outside, Asuna ponders.
Why did she decide to look after him? She doesn't really know the answer herself or maybe she doesn't want to acknowledge it. She wants to be relied on. No, she likes being relied on and wants to be. This is as much for her as it is for Yata.
She owes him, anyway. For helping her find this job, for showing her the view from that hill, and for promising to find the door back to Kirito.
With that in mind, she's on the hunt for all the ingredients the need to make her stew. Plus, pineapples.
Hopefully, the shy thug within Room 203 is getting some rest... and not overheating himself even more by thinking too hard. She doesn't want to come back to a fireball. ]
[ Being sick is boring. He wants to go skateboarding and go back to work and be Asuna's working senpai... ARGH! After peeking at his device about ten times in the past 5 minutes, he gets over himself and texts her: ]
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Before he answers, his fond smile quickly turns into a pout. ]
Stop staring... Do you want one? Huh?
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[ She presses a hand to her collarbone, as if it would appear on its own. ]
It might not have hurt you, but I'm not meant for something like that. Besides, what would someone like me get?
[ Although she does look elsewhere. He seems to be feeling better now that his shirt is off. Asuna fiddles with the buttons of his shirt in her lap. ]
Do you have more?
[ His shirt is off, so she should be able to see them clearly. Excuse her while she checks out his torso. ]
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No. [ He squints. ] Did... you want to see more?
[ ??? how does i girls ]
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At least she stops looking so much. In fact, she's back to tucking the blanket around him since he had untucked himself in his struggle to strip down. ]
I was just curious. I haven't seen a real tattoo before. Not this close.
Did you need anything? You should keep fluids in your body, so keep drinking. We should probably take your temperature too, to make sure it isn't serious.
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Ah, she's back to mom mode. He quietly sips more of his drink through the straw, curious about what he'd done to deserve this. Well, he doesn't mind being spoiled... ]
Um...
[ The loud rumbling of his stomach answers that for him. ]
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After a full thirty seconds, Asuna can't stop a hiccup of laughter. Her hand hovers over her mouth. ]
I should have known. [ SHE STANDS ]
Food, it is. Any requests? I'll try and accommodate.
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Stew. ... With pineapples.
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But... she doesn't hate it. In fact, it makes looking after him for today seem a bit more natural. Like he can't do it on his own. ]
Yes, sir. That will be one stew with pi- [ The playful acting like she was taking his order, like she might at work, stops short. ]
P-pineapples?
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Yata just feels at ease with this Asuna, as if he could show her a side he's afraid to show anyone else. He nods. ]
Mm. Pineapples make me feel better.
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But he's hiding behind blankets and nodding. SIGHS. Don't tell anyone how weak-willed she is with this stuff, Yata. ]
I think something lighter would be much better for your stomach... but if that's what you want. [ Not thinking much about it, she reaches forward and checks his forehead with her cool hands. ]
It's definitely more hot than normal. I'll find a thermometer while I'm at it.
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But when she touches his forehead while he's shirtless, it's a totally different story. No, don't tell him being shirtless doesn't have anything to do with this. It has everything to do with this. It is in this moment that he realizes how exposed he is. Even if he's already covered in blankets.
This time, he sputters and pulls the covers over his head completely. ]
Hurry!
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LITTLE SHITWithout a word, the door closes softly behind her. Once outside, Asuna ponders.
Why did she decide to look after him? She doesn't really know the answer herself or maybe she doesn't want to acknowledge it. She wants to be relied on. No, she likes being relied on and wants to be. This is as much for her as it is for Yata.
She owes him, anyway. For helping her find this job, for showing her the view from that hill, and for promising to find the door back to Kirito.
With that in mind, she's on the hunt for all the ingredients the need to make her stew. Plus, pineapples.
Hopefully, the shy thug within Room 203 is getting some rest... and not overheating himself even more by thinking too hard. She doesn't want to come back to a fireball. ]
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hows shopping
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Asuna is looking over pineapples when her phone does a little beep and surprises her. She pulls it out and reads the message. ]
You're supposed to be resting.
I'm picking out a pineapple. Do you know how to choose a good one?
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sweet
firm
heavy
[ just think about boobs asuna ]
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And then quickly types out a response. ]
I can't tell if it's sweet just by touching it and looking at it.
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bite it lol
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Who does he think she is? Someone who would bite a pineapple before buying it? NO!! ]
Are you being serious?
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is it bc its like
the pineapples butt
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No. Wouldn't it be the head?
Or maybe the hair.
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[ he's so sleepy holy shit ]
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"smellthre"??? ]
Senpai?
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butt
lmfao..........
Go to sleep. I'll be back soon.
[ BAKA
He's as ridiculous as Kirito is sometimes... ah. She shouldn't think that. ]
SNIFF THE BUTT, ASUNA ah this is going to look so weird when this thread collapses
TOUCH THE BUTT i'll collapse first...tho......
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