[ So after that mess— it would be odd to assume how Raiden didn't get caught in any aftermath effects. Maybe it had been the rushing ocean water he dove into, or running through the rain. Spoiler, it was actually the result of giving out flowers to sick spirits just the month before, only now catching up after a sudden decrease in immunity, all thanks to Bangputys and his moral lessons.
The libero wakes up the next day completely dead— well, not actually dead, but a wobbly, stuffy shell where his infinite energy once rang crazy. He felt like crud, sore and sweating cold with a fever that burned over his skin. His joints hurt. His eyes hurt. He feels puffy and way too exhausted to be okay with it. He was never like this.
That's the magic flu, for you. Moaning weakly, the teen curls up into his futon and under blankets, shivering while the temperature was actually divine outside. Beautiful skies make an appearance after black clouds had blocked them out, but all Raiden wants to do is stay put in the darkness of his shared room.
He's just really, really bored, and rolls onto his back with another begrudged auggggggggggg. ]
The libero wakes up the next day completely dead— well, not actually dead, but a wobbly, stuffy shell where his infinite energy once rang crazy. He felt like crud, sore and sweating cold with a fever that burned over his skin. His joints hurt. His eyes hurt. He feels puffy and way too exhausted to be okay with it. He was never like this.
That's the magic flu, for you. Moaning weakly, the teen curls up into his futon and under blankets, shivering while the temperature was actually divine outside. Beautiful skies make an appearance after black clouds had blocked them out, but all Raiden wants to do is stay put in the darkness of his shared room.
He's just really, really bored, and rolls onto his back with another begrudged auggggggggggg. ]
[ Raiden attempts to crack an eye open. Augh, this was the worst, he never got sick, but when he did? He was nothing. He looks up at Robin through the little hole of his burrito wrap blankets, wrinkling his stuffy, red nose. ]
Miss Robinnnn . . . [ He shrills, as if to thank her until the ends of time. He opens his mouth, closes his mouth, hitches his breath and looks about ready to sneeze, when— it doesn't come. He does attempt to sit up though, still wrapped in his cocoon. ]
I feel like . . . Poop.
Miss Robinnnn . . . [ He shrills, as if to thank her until the ends of time. He opens his mouth, closes his mouth, hitches his breath and looks about ready to sneeze, when— it doesn't come. He does attempt to sit up though, still wrapped in his cocoon. ]
I feel like . . . Poop.
[ He wants to cry. Like— legit cry. That, if he isn't crying a bit already. He's being babied. Babied! Taken care of and watched by a woman, with a motherly touch—! Raiden sniffs, sounding out a squeak with watery eyes and opening his mouth like a baby bird. She is heaven, she is grace. He wants to be sick for a little while longer all of a sudden.
This is what it's like . . . What it's like to have an Onee-san . . . . ! ]
C—can I call you Big Sis please?
[ A DYING BOY'S REQUEST. ]
This is what it's like . . . What it's like to have an Onee-san . . . . ! ]
C—can I call you Big Sis please?
[ A DYING BOY'S REQUEST. ]
[ She was, without a doubt, a true onee-san, the light of all worlds. The big sis that would repel all evils of the universe. It was her. Raiden's chest bubbles with inexplicable glee and a meek grin to match, quickly wiggling out of his burrito to do as she said. ]
I'll change as quick as possible big si— seh
[ His nose flares, he freezes, parts his mouth and—
Sneezes.
And when he sneezes, bright lights bounce off his skin in erratic flashes, lighting up the room in an array of flashing greens and pinks, blues and purples ]
I'll change as quick as possible big si— seh
[ His nose flares, he freezes, parts his mouth and—
Sneezes.
And when he sneezes, bright lights bounce off his skin in erratic flashes, lighting up the room in an array of flashing greens and pinks, blues and purples ]
[ They were. They were coming from the boy of light, of energy. He was his own dance party. It's too bad he's way too wiped to join it. Raiden sniffs, rubs his nose into the fabric of his shirt and looks down at his flashing skin. Whoa, what the . . .
Cool, he mutters, before his words edge into a light cough. At least the lights dim down until he's normal colored again. ]
I think I'm— a rabe?
[ That's "rave", but he's breathing through the mouth— his nose is way too stuffed. ]
Rabe feber?
[ Rave fever. ]
Cool, he mutters, before his words edge into a light cough. At least the lights dim down until he's normal colored again. ]
I think I'm— a rabe?
[ That's "rave", but he's breathing through the mouth— his nose is way too stuffed. ]
Rabe feber?
[ Rave fever. ]
Yeah, like— [ A sniff. ] A pardy with lotsa lights.
[ With a small gesture for Onee-San to close her eyes, mumbling a polite 'cause me, he starts taking his shirt off and such for the extra change nearby. All quick as a snap so he could get back to his burrito. ]
[ With a small gesture for Onee-San to close her eyes, mumbling a polite 'cause me, he starts taking his shirt off and such for the extra change nearby. All quick as a snap so he could get back to his burrito. ]


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