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[sortileges]

"--a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Is that it? How do I tur--"

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action; the day after the drunk phone call smh.

[psycholawgy]

[ merlin didn't go to work the day after he called he and did not make her sleep, so she assumed that the guy was sick. it was shigeru who called the cafe to tell them that merlin can't come in today, so it definitely worried athena because if merlin can't do it, then he probably can't get out of bed...

now, athena's never been to shigeru and merlin's apartment, and this is her first time. with her usual bag of accessories and wallet is another bag with soup, some spaghetti that she didn't cook (but he did say he liked spaghetti!), and some macarons for dessert. the macarons were free from the cafe because she sweet-talked the chef... it always happens. it's a usual thing between the two of them. ]

Are you well enough to open the door? I'm outside.

[ and along with that text is the door bell ringing. ]

smh indeed

[sortileges]

[ He ended up sleeping most of the morning, becoming a blanket burrito and trying to drink water to try and kill off the headache he's been stuck with. He hears his CereVice beep before the door, at least, and instead of just getting out of bed to let her in, he takes his covers with him.

It's when when he opens the door his hair is all over the place and he's clutching the cloth over his shoulders, bundled up in it.

There's more light in the hallway than out here which means he's squinting when he looks out too, looking like a train wreck honestly. ]

...What are you doing here? [ He doesn't sound anything but confused really, though his voice is oddly quiet just so he doesn't hurt his head more. ]

[psycholawgy]

[ ugh, jeez... she looks him over from head to toe, then down to up and just squints. there's clearly something wrong with this guy. just what kind event took place that he had to get drunk?

she wags the bag of food in front of him before taking a step in. she hasn't even been invited, but whatever. he needs to be taken care of, from the looks of it, and athena's just the right person for it. (no she's not.) ]

I brought food. And I said I'd be with you today, right?

[ then it occurs to her. the guy was drunk. ]

Or you don't remember?

[sortileges]

[ The event where he tried challenging two much older men to a drinking competition... this is your influence, Athena. Though it's probably a good thing that she's here, he hasn't really eaten. ]

Food...? [ He steps (or rather shuffles) aside to let her in, and if she takes a look around she'll notice it's spotless. Not a spec of dirt in sight. ]

But I don't know what you're talking about... Did we plan something?

[ Quietly he reaches up with one hand to rub at his temple, his other hand holding the blankets tighter. ]

[psycholawgy]

[ she's used to clean places. the wright anything agency's office is spotless, after all. thanks to athena and apollo.

mostly apollo.

so she makes no comment about how clean the place is. she does, however, hover over where there's a table or a counter, deciding if she can put the bag of food there or not. because for all she knows, he'd much rather eat in his room. ]

We didn't, but you said you wanted to be with me.

[ she cants her head. ]

I can just leave these, though, if you're feeling sick. The last thing I want is to make you feel worse.

[sortileges]

[ Well it'll be a change compared to his room at least, but too true. Too true. (Bless Apollo) ]

That's every day though. [ He mumbles it quietly, before shaking his head, only to wince and grip the side of it. ] It's only my head. I don't think I've eaten yet, so... that might be a good idea.

[psycholawgy]

[ apollo is the true ace attorney. ]

I'll get the food ready, then. I have chicken noodle soup, and some spaghetti since you said you liked it. [ she bites her lip as she forces herself not to smile. ]

And all my macarons.

[sortileges]

[ It's true tbh.

Though his hand drops from his head at that and he ends up biting his lip a little, chewing on it. She's being too kind when he brought this on himself, but it's not like he wants it to stop either. Instead, he offers: ] We can share it?

[psycholawgy]

Oh.

[ her jaw almost drops at the question because she only brought enough for merlin. oops.

she laughs nervously as she starts taking out the food containers from the bag and placing them on the table. ]

I'll just get a few bites from yours. Unless you mean the macarons, then of course, we can share it.

[sortileges]

We can still share it, I don't feel that hungry. [ It'd just be a good idea to eat. Though he does yawn slightly, covers his mouth with his hand to be polite. ]

What do you need?

[ To make it or heat it up, that is. ]

[psycholawgy]

It should still be warm.

[ thermal containers and all. ]

So just a plate and a bowl for the soup? Do you want me to— [ "get it for you," she says in her head, but she has no idea where those things are kept in the first place.... ] Unless you just want to eat from here?

[sortileges]

Okay. [ He moves to grab a plate and a bowl from a cupboard, holding them out to her, then ducks down to pull out a tray as well. ]

We can use this.

[ For???????? ] Did you want a drink or anything?

[ Considering she's gone through all this effort and all. ]

[psycholawgy]

[ she takes the plate and the bowl and starts serving the food for him, though at the tray, she just stares. ]

Use it for what?

And if you have some orange juice, I'd love some.

[sortileges]

[ He looks down at the bowl and the plate, then at the tray. ]

To carry them?

[ Though okay, this would be easier without the blankets, wouldn't it? He pulls off the blankets carefully to show he is at least changed into his pyjamas at some point in the night, holds it up then murmurs a small spell so the blankets stand upright and start walking themselves to his room. ]

There should be some, we both drink it a lot. [ Hiding another yawn into his arm he tugs open the door to the fridge, pulling out a carton. He just puts that on the tray as well, then reaches for two glasses. ]

[psycholawgy]

[ well, now it makes more sense. her brow still arches upwards, still kind of wondering wtf merlin is up to and is even thinking at this very moment, but whatever she takes the tray and puts the bowl and plate of spaghetti on it. the box of macarons stays at the table for now as she intends to have him carry it on his own. ]

I thought we were going eat here-- [ but that's okay. more privacy. she's not even thinking of anything lewd or what people may think if they found out that she was in his room. ]

Does your head hurt? Have you taken something for it?

[sortileges]

[ All he's thinking at the moment is that he wants to curl up in bed, eat and then sleep some more. There's nothing weird about it. At her question though he blinks at her, looking confused. ]

I had herbal tea earlier.

[ ?????????? ] Though I think it's just mostly lack of water.

[psycholawgy]

[ she just rolls her eyes and waits for him to lead the way, tray in her hands now. ]

I did tell you last night to drink some water. But you didn't.

[ is she bitter? maybe just a little. ]

[sortileges]

[ Ah... He frowns when she says that though, clearly have forgotten the entire conversation. Sorry... Athena... ]

Since when did I speak to you last night?

[ He'll grab the box and carry a bottle of water in with him as he steps around her to lead the way. He has to kick his shirt under his bed, and the book that smacked him in the face last night is still on the floor, but it's not too bad all things considered. The main light isn't on though, just the string of fairy lights that are twisted around what looks like a tree. ]

I'll move the table around.

[ He puts the lamp on top of the book, pulling the bedside cabinet forward a bit so she can put the tray down.


Then promptly flops backwards onto his bed once everything is in place. ]

[psycholawgy]

"Oh, Athena, you beautiful goddess," [ THAT'S NOT WHAT HE SAID AT ALL???? ] "did you know that there are multi-coloured birds? And elephants? I want to take you to the zoo because you deserve a lovely date just this once!"

[ THAT'S NOT WHAT HE SAID AT ALL???? her voice is dry, though, said with no emotion, because she's slightly upset that he's forgotten. but she's not all that mad at him because he was drunk. it's understandable.

but yes. the tray's been put down and she just hovers by his bed, not sure where exactly to sit. ]

[sortileges]

[ Well he's no heart reader, but he can tell she's a little upset just from the way she's saying that. When the tray is down he shifts to hold out his hand for her, waiting until she takes it before he pulls her onto the bed with him while he tries to sit up. She's light so it's easy enough to pull her over himself anyway so she can sit on the other side. ]

Well I wouldn't have been wrong. [ That said, he leans to kiss her cheek. ] Sorry I don't remember.

[ He offers her a fork then, taking the other for himself then uses the tray to balance the plate between them. The soup can wait until after the spaghetti tbh. ] Eat with me?

[psycholawgy]

[ she does take his hand and ends up on his bed, seated stiffly. she's not really interested in eating. she just wants him to feel better. but at the same time, she wants her mood to be better. ]

The spaghetti's only good for one person, [ she says, ] but-- I guess a bite wouldn't hurt.

[sortileges]

[ Well, no one said the two couldn't go hand in hand. He holds up the plate a bit, digging in his fork and twisting a bit to ensure it doesn't fall off, then proceeds to chow down that mouthful slowly to ensure he doesn't choke on it. ]

Go ahead. [ Take a bite :9 ]

[psycholawgy]

[ she's slow and graceful with her movements this time around. she lifts her fork and twirls it around some pasta. the ball of pasta she has around her fork isn't so big, just enough to get a taste of the spaghetti.

and she puts it in her mouth and chews silently. sure is quiet on her end here. ]

[sortileges]

[ It's really unnerving that she's being this quiet, and now he knows that he apparently spoke to her last night (did she visit after he got back? did she call him? he call her?) he wonders if he said something he shouldn't have.

She isn't usually this quiet unless something is bothering her. Right? ]

...What is it? [ He only asks after he finishes his next mouthful, rolling up a bit more pasta but keeping it against the plate for now. ] Did I do something? [ :(? ]

[psycholawgy]

[ athena lets out a long sigh after chewing her food, and then she flops on the bed to stare at the ceiling. ]

You didn't do anything. But you did do something last night. [ a pause, and she immediately sounds concerned. ] You even got hurt.