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who: Eichi & You! (Some closed prompts in here, too)
what: Catch-all for the AU event!
when: FORWARD DATED 6-14 through 6-24
where: Various places in the quarantine
warnings: Uhhh health talk that's about it

[The most difficult thing to deal with in regards to Eichi's ambition is probably his health. He's been feeling mostly good for the past month, taking it easy, so why was it that now that he wanted to really get things done, even taking a walk was making his chest ache? Each beat of his heart was throbbing, irregular, and something as simple as taking in oxygen was painful in a way that's hard to put to words.

Despite that, he's really determined to get to where he wants to be. He could be on any of the crowded streets of the city, stumbling a little too much if anyone bumps into his shoulder. This is an issue that goes on for days— he walks, his body strains, and a coughing fit turns into something worse.

You could run into him:
A. Literally fainting on you, sorry
B. Coughing up blood as he supports himself against the wall of some building
C. Looking paler than ever and asking for directions
D. He's not watching where he's going and runs into someone

He's a mess. Hopefully he doesn't get sick on anyone.]

(OOC: I just thought I'd throw up an open post too for anyone who wants new CR and didn't plot with me! If you can't work with this prompt, just hit me up and I'll write us something closed that works better.)

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You're so pushy, Gladio-kun. This level of nagging is something that's usually reserved for Keito, who I thought I was free from... [He reaches out to take the stupid thermometer himself.]

Is this because of that jogging incident? It wasn't your fault, Gladio-kun, so you shouldn't concern yourself with it. I don't intend to die any time before I've accomplished my goals.

[But fine, he'll put this dumb thing under his tongue now. His health is pretty bad, even if it's not an emergency-level fever. It's still a fever, and a fever for him is something noteworthy.]

Tch... [ That jogging incident. He's never living it down, and the reminder of it makes him direct his eyes elsewhere. Yeah, he's definitely under the assumption that it was his fault, and since then he's been exceedingly careful with Eichi's health. ]

Yeah, well the next time you see me nearly fall off the balcony, you can be as pushy as you please.

[ Gladio folds his arms and stares down - more like glowers - at Eichi as he places the thermometer under his tongue himself. ]

I don't intend for you to die period. I'd rather you give up the ghost when you're old and grey.

I'd very much love to live for as long as my grandfather did. Like a demon, it seemed as if he sucked away the lives of those around him to stay living. Really, he was just incredibly stubborn.

[Eichi is too, but— he waits for the thermometer to finish taking his temperature (small fever) before he speaks again.]

But there's no saying whether I'll live that long or die next month, you know? Avoiding that is just living in denial. I'm not trying to rush it.

Hey, quit talking. Keep that in your mouth.

[ Besides, all that venom about his grandfather - the first he's ever heard of the guy, if he's honest - is unsettling enough, but the look on his face as he says it? It's chilling.

Just what is up with him today? ]

Keep your mouth shut until that thing beeps, or we're going to the Emergency Room and they can take your temperature somewhere a lot more embarrassing.

[ Gladio looks like he means business. ]

[Ugh. Eichi gives him a look for that that's certainly displeased, but he does as he's told, closing his mouth around the thing and glancing elsewhere. He doesn't care about his fever. It's slight; he's been ill for enough of his life that he can tell. Sure, it's good that he stopped practicing, but he could have gotten away with a few minutes longer, probably...]

[ Yeah, that's right. Gladio stands there, holding his own personal vigil before a sweaty, flushed and pouting idol. Hands on hips, boring into him with a glare that looks like hardened amber.

Until it beeps. Gladio is quick to snatch it out of his mouth to look at the display. ]

There, was that so hard?

I'm not some child, you know, so I would appreciate it if you'd stop talking to me like I am. I can't help but become a little irritated when you keep up like that...

[There, look at the reading of his fever and leave him alone!]

Then quit acting like one!

[ Gladio scolds him again, feeling a familiar tug on him like for a momentit was Noctis he was yelling at. It kind of shocks him, to be honest. He normally wouldn't go this far for just anyone, reserves this sort of tough love for Noct because that's his job, and he promised his dad he would do everything he could to protect him. That meant even from himself.

So why is he getting all up in Eichi's business nearly the same way? Gladio frowns at himself and focuses his attention on the readout from the therometer.

It's... a low-grade fever. Not a big deal after all. ]

...Go get washed up, you're done practicing.

[Even if the yelling is startling, Eichi doesn't even blink at it. He's furious, insulted, and that, for an idol, means that he should stay composed. He stares at him evenly, and then looks back towards the kitchen.]

You should check on that tea you've been making, Gladio-kun. It would be bad if my apartment were to be left in ashes, right?

[ It's incredible how Eichi can do that, shut himself down and become some sort of glittering, cold statue of stone. It's surprising just enough that Gladio feels a flutter of nervousness. Is he trying to intimidate him?

Gladio's stare hardens in return. ]

I don't hear any whistling yet, do you?

[As if on cue, the teapot begins to whistle, and Eichi answers Gladio's question with a smug smile. It's this smile that's worse than the cold staring, probably. His eyes always say what they're really feeling, and it looks like he'd love to knock Gladio to the ground.

But words are his weapon of choice, and there's not much he can do but be petty like this, thanks to knowing the length of time it takes to boil tea.]

[ And right on cue, Gladio's expression sours. Dammit, Eichi and your impressive knowledge of ~~leaf-water~~ tea making! ]

Tch.

[ Gladio has no rebuttal, no words to throw back at that smug face. But he's sick, or exhausted, so he gets a pass. He'll just make sure to tease him ruthlessly so he doesn't push himself again.

But in the meantime? He turns around and marches into the kitchen to make some goddamn tea. ]

[That's right, he's on top here. Eichi watches as Gladio leaves to take care of that, and for as much as he wants to sneak out and disobey... He knows that would cause more trouble than it's worth. He's not that level of rebellious.

Instead, he's going to stay right here, smiling through his illness, and wait for tea to be served. He'll just get back by making use of Gladio as a convenient tea maker right now.]

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