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Martin K Blackwood ([personal profile] lonelynotforsaken) wrote2020-04-07 09:34 am

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entreats: (if the things invisible to my eyes)

[personal profile] entreats 2021-03-04 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The moment he asks that question, Ange's cheeks grow red in shame. In realisation. ]

Oh-- I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have kept you occupied for so long.

[ Not while Martin is in this state. Only barely back from the dead, clearly sick, exhausted.

It instantly makes her fuss. ]
You should go lie down in bed. Do you need me to help you get there? Or bring you anything else? I can leave after that, so you can get some rest.
entreats: (making the lives of others worthwhile)

[personal profile] entreats 2021-03-09 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course.

[ In fact, she's already standing up as she says those words, looking over to see where to get some water here. ]

I'll grab you that and then I'll get going.
entreats: (give me some sort of sign)

[personal profile] entreats 2021-03-12 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ange grabs one of the glasses, starting to fill it up with water. She lets out a small, almost amused sound when she hears him speak like that from the sofa - since it's death flu, he should hopefully be okay again soon, even though it's obviously having some impact on him if he's getting kind of delirious. (It's kind of cute, and would be cuter if the cause of all of this wasn't so sad.)

She returns over towards the sofa, putting the glass down within reach for him. ]


I won't. [ Forget the gifts, that is. ] Please take care, alright? Hopefully you'll feel better soon.

[ Ange grabs the gifts, says a last: ]

See you later, Martin.

[ And with that, she walks out of the door. ]