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[Sometime during the day comes a pop-up message that could be spam were it not from a legitimate Outsider source. Contained within is one (1) fancy ass invitation, thus:]

Welcome one and all to the first annual LILITH charity calendar sign up!

Interested in helping poor, unfortunate orphans this holiday season? Looking to get your loved ones the perfect custom gift? Want to play a prank on your friends?

Then sign up today to be part of our exclusive LILITH charity calendar! You too can be the star you always dreamed of! Or revenge can be yours! We're not picky, it's for charity!!

Choose your favorite month when you sign up or let us decide for you! *Pending printing approval.

CODED BY TESSISAMESS

[So yes, Yato is organizing a pin-up calendar of Outsiders, if anyone it interested in donating their beautiful visage to the project! Will the calendar be racy or tame? It all depends upon YOU!]

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[intertwinedfates]

[He probably would just laugh weakly if she did, honestly. He doesn't have it in him to be indignant.

That it's her room probably explains why he happily buries his nose in the pillow on his side, inhaling deeply before letting out a shaking sigh. That he didn't bother to put anything away is also telling; normally he at least gets his boots by the door. But right now even that is beyond him. It's all he can do to not immediately drift off to sleep upon hitting the mattress.]

'kay... If you say so.

[Though his attempt to reach sleep is interrupted by the sharp sting of the medicine, making him flinch in a full-body quiver and hiss softly, trailing off into a pathetic whine. Mumbling something about it hurting, he finally begins to relax as the pain dulls and her voice reaches him again.]

Yeah, I-- [With considerable effort, he gets his eyes open to stare at her hazily.] You'll come to bed, too, right...? When you're done...?

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[ all of it is rather telling, frankly. though there's no need to comment on any of it. even yato's response, slurred and ambivalent says plenty.

should've warned him it might string. hiyori whispers an apology quickly, and "I know but it'll help" following him complaining about it hurting. it hurts now, but it'll make the other pain go away. the throbbing one he was talking about. soothing and cooling and numbing. if it's still unbearable, she has the special pills too. this, first. just in case there's some underlying problem.

she isn't sure how close gods are to humans. anatomically, they're... compatible. biologically? well.

as yato relaxes, so does she. a relieved breath slowly leaving her chest and taking some of the worry with it. he'll be okay. even foggy with pain, yato's eyes are so pretty. ]

I will. When I'm done. I just need to wrap your leg back up. [ she shows him the gauze with what she hopes is a reassuring smile. she's not going anywhere.

with that, she gets to work on wrapping him back up. somehow managing it with one broken arm, too. girl is determined when she wants to be. only once she secures it in place does she put everything aside on her side table and crawl up towards the pillows. ]

There. All done. Great job.

[ she says, like she used to with her kid patients. ]

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[It's a good thing, since conversation is getting harder and harder for him to follow.

Yet her words of apology and soothing reach him even in his semi-delirious state. Once the initial contact is over with, it seems easier for him to bear, allowing him to relax with a sigh as he sinks deep into the bedding, limbs heavy with exhaustion.

Hopefully he is compatible in every sense, because that's how he wants to be. As Hiyori Compliant as possible. He wants to be everything for her, if possible.

Blindly, he reaches out for her until his hand rests on her knee, allowing him to oh so gently latch onto her pants leg. Clinging as a child might to someone they don't want to go.]

'kay 'kay... Guess it does need to be covered, huh... [With an almost content smile on his face, he watches her work, his breathing evening out to be less labored and ragged. She really is a miracle disguised as a human. That much he's sure of by now. Not even sickness can obscure that fact.

And once she's alongside him, he really does smile, twisting his upper body enough to cuddle up close, hot forehead resting against her shoulder.]

Hehe, yay~ I got a great job from Dr. Iki~

[Somehow that pleases him far more than it should. It's probably the fever making him giggly.]

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[ they're a beat-down and broken pair, aren't they? hiyori's gotten used to her aches and dull pains, but she had no idea that yato was injured. in more pain than she. for now, she tries not to huff about it. that he would hide something as serious as this from her to keep what little peace of mind she's gotten back in the few weeks since the rescue.

she could've helped him much sooner if he wasn't so -

ah. well, she can help him now. they can talk about it later. if they're as compatible as he wants, they can overcome that obstacle. lost in thought, yato's fingers clinging to her nurse scrubs jerks her back to the reality that, maybe more than the pain, being separated -even to do some work - scares him.

hard to believe it when he looks so happy and immediately seeks to cuddle her. she doesn't fight it. some things haven't changed. his childishness... hmm. will it ever?

nonetheless, he's a giggly goober. with any luck, his fever will break with enough rest. what was he doing, out and about? ]

You'll get another if you go to sleep.

[ in the meantime, she's pulling her socks and her scrubs off so she's in a camisole and underwear. it'll have to do for sleepwear since yato doesn't seem too willing to let her go. ]

[intertwinedfates]

[They sure are a mess, there's no getting around that. Thankfully he still has a bit of his godly constitution, so a bit of rest should be all he needs to recover to a degree where he can get back to nursing Hiyori. She's the one who went through hell, after all, not him. This is just some stupid battle wound from him being inattentive.

Though perhaps he should have mentioned feeling under the weather sooner... He just... figured it would subside like most of his injuries do with rest. He needs to remember he's not a full god anymore here. And yeah, that's nerve-wracking. What if his illness doesn't get better? What if he-- he gets worse, and... No, he can't think like that. For one, it's too terrifying. For another, he can't quite focus that long.

Hiyori. That much he clings to, literally and metaphorically. She's all he needs right now. That and sleep. He can recognize that much, too.

Then he can thank her with a plethora of kisses and maybe breakfast in bed, and they can talk about their days like normal again.]

Promise...?

[As the fabric slips from his fingers, he lifts his head up enough to make sure she isn't going anywhere, then opens an arm to welcome her in. Hug plz. Don't mind the warm body.]

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[ yato went through his own version of hell, too.

they'll talk about it. their days and whatever else. go over what sort of things shouldn't be hidden from one another. or what shouldn't be ignored, if he doesn't want to bother her. he should've gone to a doctor long before now. it must be hard, it must be scary for him. if not as scary as it is for her.

yato has ever been her tethering force since she's gotten here, too. ]

Promise. Right when you wake up and you're feeling better, I'll tell you what a great job you did.

[ sealed with a finger she picks up from his chest and squeezes gently. pinkie promise. she'd never mind the warm body, so she goes in for the hug by wedging her good arm between his body and the bed. there's no need for sheets, much less covers. yato's body has all the heat that she could ever need. ]

[intertwinedfates]

[True, since hell is wherever Hiyori isn't.

But right now she's here. They're both here, safe and sound, sans sickness and injury. ...isn't that part of wedding vows? "In sickness and in health"? Part of his mind lunges towards those four little words, but somewhere on the journey from brain to mouth they get lost, garbled by the fever and distracted by the way she wraps their pinkies around one another.

Like childhood friends. Or sweethearts. His heart gives a little leap and a stutter, while his eyes flutter drowsily. He has something so important to tell her... What was it...? He can't recall. Helpless to catch that train of thought again, he nods, sighing as her cooler skin comes into contact with his much hotter flesh. It's like being dipped in a pool of bliss, one that lulls him into a complete sense of security and peace.]

Mmm... Yes, please...

[With his face tucked against her chest, his breathing finally slows until at last he snores softly, legs still and no longer twitching from aches and pains.]