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Inbox of Minato Arisato, #3630FF.

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THANKS also you keep tag bombing me cal love me more

[parodeity]

[ what if he OPENS IT HIMSELF -

nah dave is too polite to bust in unannounced. or less polite and more...

he would hate it if someone did that to him so he'll just chill on hold... ]

what if i just love dumping tags on you...as a sign of my affection...

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[Dave's such a polite friend, wow... Minato does get there, opening the door and clearly exhausted and not at all healthy right now and...blinks.

Ah.

Hm.

Well... he's going to... casually lean against the doorframe for support, don't mind him.]

... Hi.

[Nailed it some more.]

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[ wow?? ]

Dude. [ he pulled that on you don't pull that on him? ] Not to sound like a crazy clingy ex-girlfriend, but you totally haven't been responding to my messages.

[ well

not ALL of his messages

of which there are probably a lot i'm so sorry ]

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[Yeah sorry they both have the exact same coping mechanisms or lack thereof apparently? This is terrible but also.

Minato at least snorts an amused noise at that. Ah, he obtained a clingy ex-girlfriend somehow... (he does not think this is clingy).]

Yeah... sorry. I didn't mean to worry you, I've just been....

[Dying]

...Sick...?

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[ canonically dave apparently has sent Thousands of pages of messages after john went offline. to john. over the years. HE...IS NO DIFFERENT WITH ANY OTHER FRIENDS...

minato probably has like a Saga to read whenever he gets back to that?? ]

Magical or mundane?

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[It is going to take Minato all day to go through those messages thanks Dave.]

Uh...

[Hang on, how does he answer that...as he finally steps back to let Dave come in, shuffling over to the stairs to heavily sit down on them, still a little shaky on his feet.]

Somewhere in between, I guess... it was one of the quest rewards, but I don't think it's a magical illness or anything.

[Just.

Poison.]

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[ okay, dave has done every quest. so. he knows wishes don't...DO ANYTHING HE CAN SPOT, skills are socks which shouldn't do anything, geese are toiletries, and the spider chick is potions.

accordingly: ]

Did you drink a potion?

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[... Of course. Minato's not even surprised that Dave figured it out; he just sighs, head dipping a bit.]

Yeah.

I wanted to know what it would do, and the other potions seemed strange but mostly harmless.

[A beat, and he admits ruefully:]

Mine...was poison.

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Oh, dude. [ he gives minato a once-over. ] Okay, why are you standing? You should go back to not doing that. Have you consumed anything non-poisonous recently?

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[Y...yeah... Minato just waves a hand vaguely, and then nods towards the living room.]

We can go sit in there, I guess...

[As for like. Food. He waits to answer that until they're properly seated in the living room (they have a couch that is like slightly beaten up but has been patched and fixed up) (also Minato kind of flops more than sits but it's fine).

It's only then that he admits, with what's almost bland amusement:]

I was kind of afraid to try eating anything until I was sure I was over the part where I was throwing up my guts.

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Have you been drinkin' anything in the meantime...?

[ dave heads to the couch and sort of hovers, unsure of what one Does with sick people. should he feel minato's forehead. what do you even look for with that? how warm is too warm?

safer not to fuck with tv mom knowledge tbh. ]

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[Oh my god... dave is absolutely hovering. Minato squints up at him, and then tugs at his hand.]

Sit down... looking up at you is going to make my head hurt.

[That all said:]

I've been trying to drink some water when I can. That seems to be staying in me now, so... it's probably fine.

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Maybe I should get you some more water?

[ although he's letting himself sit down when minato tugs his hand. ]

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Just...sit for a minute. You're fussing.

More than I've ever seen you fuss probably.

[Honestly.... Dave, please.]

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...Well, I've never had a friend get sick before when I was like, in range?

[ he's had people get alcoholic before!

his suggestion was a) ignore it or b) kick someone awake so like.

bedside manner: not great. ]

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[Dave.... well, Minato just flashes him a faint smile, and amusedly:]

I'm okay. I'm recovering, so you don't need to do anything for me.

But... thanks for checking on me. I really do appreciate it.

[Even though the general tired haze, Minato can tell that Dave is being very endearing.]

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At least let me bury you in blankets or like...

[ he flaps a hand. ]

I don't know, put the back of my hand to your forehead like some anime mom? Keepin' in mind I am totally not sure what the fuck step two is after that.

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[Minato snorts softly at that, shaking his head, but:]

Go ahead.

[Seriously, knock yourself out.]

Do whatever feels right. I really don't mind.

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[ well, okay. what "feels right' to dave is to press the back of his hand to minato's forehead to...check for a fever?

it's one of those movie things he's seen but never done. ]

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[... You know, that's fair. Minato just blinks placidly at Dave from under that hand. Dave might have to move some of his hair because there's a lot of it and it's in the way.

But!

No fever, so that's good, right? He's a little clammy and pale, but otherwise fine.]

...Better?

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[ he moved the hair. it was very anime momesque. feel looked after, minato. but after dave drops his hand he seems unsure of step two as promised.

eventually he just settles for leaning companionably into minato like that will help somehow. ]

You're like, the world's biggest hypocrite.

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[Dave, you just aren't rocking the anime mom hairstyle--but he does feel very looked after, thanks.

In response, Minato also just...idly leans against Dave. It's comfortable like this, and also he's still tired, so Dave's shoulder makes for a pretty comfortable pillow.

A sigh.]

... Yeah, I guess so. Sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry.

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[ his hair isn't long enough to do the over the shoulder ponytail of death, whoops.

dave's a little bony maybe but he's at least warm enough right now and good at staying still. ]

What if we make a pact to like, text one another when we are ill. Magically or not.

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Solid plan... [Minato manages that much with a yawn; Dave is very comfortable even if he is bony and Minato might honestly fall asleep like this?

That's just how he is, sorry, Dave.]

It's a promise. I'll let you know, next time.

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[ dave is dumb enough to literally just stay here and let minato sleep on him until he wakes up?? ]

Okay. Deal. [ but can they stick to it...! ]