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Manuel comes to check up on Adrienne after she cancels her classes due to giving herself food poisoning.
Because she'd left her computer out on the coffee table before going to bed, Adrienne had been forced to leave her room so that she could write a quick notice informing her students of her inability to make it to class. She had thought of carrying the laptop back to her room, but it just seemed like too much effort, so she'd collapsed on the couch with her blanket and had remained there, trying to sleep off the stomach pain that had started yesterday evening and escalated through the night to become this crippling whole-body agony. Her only relief now was the fact that she hadn't injested anything in nearly twenty-four hours so she was no longer camped out beside the toilet.
She was dozing when there was a knock at the door, and burrowed deeper into her duvet. "Unless you have a healing power to transfer to me, or some sort of magical remedy, go away!" she shouted, her own voice sounding like a stranger's in her ear due to its gravely, strained tone.
"The only remedy I have is an emotional one. Open this door Adrienne," Manuel called out, his shoulder pressed firmly against it. After picking Valentia up from school, he returned to find Adrienne's message and promptly asked Callie if she wouldn't mind babysitting while he saw to the agony of one of his peers. Little did he know how awful she was feeling until he dropped his shields.
"Captain Cryptic, I feel like shit," she moaned, not moving from her spot on the couch. "You do not want to be around me right now. It's going to fuck with your powers."
"You are already 'fucking' with my powers. Open the door," he commanded.
"So you can kill me and put me out of my misery?" Adrienne begged, swinging her legs over the edge of the couch and rising shakily, still wrapped in her duvet. She opened the door with a yank and gave Manuel her most pathetic look. "Please kill me." She left the door open and retreated to her couch.
Manuel's face reeled up from the rancid stench of puke lingering in the air and he followed her in, closing the door. "My marksmanship is poor, however, I am sure I can fine other methods that are equally as quick." He made his way over to a window and opened it a crack. "How long have you been sick?" he asked, generally not in the mood to play nurse, but if they were going to the hellfireclub at anytime, she needed to be well.
Cuddling up with her blanket, Adrienne frowned. "Just since last night. I think I ate some bad fish yesterday. How come you're here anyway if not to kill me?"
"I need you to be well," Manuel said, briskly walking to the washroom and opening the door wide, if only to air it out. "There is a Hellfire meeting coming up and you need to be there if you want your foot in the door. That means," he turned around and stood at the end of the couch. "If I am required to slave around you for an hour, then I am willing to sacrifice that hour. Be warned. I charge."
"Mmm, a personal slave," Adrienne said with a faint smile. "One who keeps making me add up the i.o.us, unfortunately." She struggled into a sitting position to face Manny. "I'll be fine by tomorrow. At least I won't be throwing up because I'm never eating again. When's the Hellfire Club meeting?"
"Dramatic," he replied with an air of annoyance. "We are not sure of the date. I will inform you as soon as I know, because I require my babysitters to know in advance incase one of them is not available." As it stood, Callie wasn't sure, he had not asked Amanda nor Kyle though he knew one of them would come through if he needed. "Do you have a dress? A form fitting one? Because if you do not, I will not be walking with you around my arm unless you look like you are meant to be there."
"Have you ever had food poisoning?" she snapped in his response to her being dramatic, then flopped back down on the couch. "I own an international modeling agency, Senor. Do you honestly have to ask if I have a dress? There's a little red Badgley Mischka silk chiffon strapless in my closet I've been saving for a special occasion. But don't go through my closet," she added thoughtfully.
"Maybe at one time, but I do not recall." Naturally, Manuel put on her small kettle and returned, heading straight for the closet. "For all I know, you will come to the meeting looking ridiculous with some trend that will turn everyone's eye. I do not need that from you."
Adrienne stumbled to her feet, dragging her blanket with her to her room, using the wall to hold herself up through her nausea. "Oh, come the fuck on. I'm not out to embarrass you. How would that help me? I'm interested in making you look good, Senor, so that I can make myself look good in turn." She pushed past him and pointed to the dress she'd spoken of, though she didn't touch it, as if afraid to spread germs on it. "This is it. Does it pass the intense scrutiny of your learned eye, Senor?"
Manuel pulled the dress out without waiting for her permission and studied it critically before turning it over. "You're hair will be up, I assume? The back is open and your neckline will be distracting. I suppose this is a suitable choice," he nodded his satisfaction and replaced the dress back into the closet. She did not choose blue and for that, he was thankful. He did not wear blue well.
((ooc: the dress is red. I just couldn't find a red one in that style.))
Manuel comes to check up on Adrienne after she cancels her classes due to giving herself food poisoning.
Because she'd left her computer out on the coffee table before going to bed, Adrienne had been forced to leave her room so that she could write a quick notice informing her students of her inability to make it to class. She had thought of carrying the laptop back to her room, but it just seemed like too much effort, so she'd collapsed on the couch with her blanket and had remained there, trying to sleep off the stomach pain that had started yesterday evening and escalated through the night to become this crippling whole-body agony. Her only relief now was the fact that she hadn't injested anything in nearly twenty-four hours so she was no longer camped out beside the toilet.
She was dozing when there was a knock at the door, and burrowed deeper into her duvet. "Unless you have a healing power to transfer to me, or some sort of magical remedy, go away!" she shouted, her own voice sounding like a stranger's in her ear due to its gravely, strained tone.
"The only remedy I have is an emotional one. Open this door Adrienne," Manuel called out, his shoulder pressed firmly against it. After picking Valentia up from school, he returned to find Adrienne's message and promptly asked Callie if she wouldn't mind babysitting while he saw to the agony of one of his peers. Little did he know how awful she was feeling until he dropped his shields.
"Captain Cryptic, I feel like shit," she moaned, not moving from her spot on the couch. "You do not want to be around me right now. It's going to fuck with your powers."
"You are already 'fucking' with my powers. Open the door," he commanded.
"So you can kill me and put me out of my misery?" Adrienne begged, swinging her legs over the edge of the couch and rising shakily, still wrapped in her duvet. She opened the door with a yank and gave Manuel her most pathetic look. "Please kill me." She left the door open and retreated to her couch.
Manuel's face reeled up from the rancid stench of puke lingering in the air and he followed her in, closing the door. "My marksmanship is poor, however, I am sure I can fine other methods that are equally as quick." He made his way over to a window and opened it a crack. "How long have you been sick?" he asked, generally not in the mood to play nurse, but if they were going to the hellfireclub at anytime, she needed to be well.
Cuddling up with her blanket, Adrienne frowned. "Just since last night. I think I ate some bad fish yesterday. How come you're here anyway if not to kill me?"
"I need you to be well," Manuel said, briskly walking to the washroom and opening the door wide, if only to air it out. "There is a Hellfire meeting coming up and you need to be there if you want your foot in the door. That means," he turned around and stood at the end of the couch. "If I am required to slave around you for an hour, then I am willing to sacrifice that hour. Be warned. I charge."
"Mmm, a personal slave," Adrienne said with a faint smile. "One who keeps making me add up the i.o.us, unfortunately." She struggled into a sitting position to face Manny. "I'll be fine by tomorrow. At least I won't be throwing up because I'm never eating again. When's the Hellfire Club meeting?"
"Dramatic," he replied with an air of annoyance. "We are not sure of the date. I will inform you as soon as I know, because I require my babysitters to know in advance incase one of them is not available." As it stood, Callie wasn't sure, he had not asked Amanda nor Kyle though he knew one of them would come through if he needed. "Do you have a dress? A form fitting one? Because if you do not, I will not be walking with you around my arm unless you look like you are meant to be there."
"Have you ever had food poisoning?" she snapped in his response to her being dramatic, then flopped back down on the couch. "I own an international modeling agency, Senor. Do you honestly have to ask if I have a dress? There's a little red Badgley Mischka silk chiffon strapless in my closet I've been saving for a special occasion. But don't go through my closet," she added thoughtfully.
"Maybe at one time, but I do not recall." Naturally, Manuel put on her small kettle and returned, heading straight for the closet. "For all I know, you will come to the meeting looking ridiculous with some trend that will turn everyone's eye. I do not need that from you."
Adrienne stumbled to her feet, dragging her blanket with her to her room, using the wall to hold herself up through her nausea. "Oh, come the fuck on. I'm not out to embarrass you. How would that help me? I'm interested in making you look good, Senor, so that I can make myself look good in turn." She pushed past him and pointed to the dress she'd spoken of, though she didn't touch it, as if afraid to spread germs on it. "This is it. Does it pass the intense scrutiny of your learned eye, Senor?"
Manuel pulled the dress out without waiting for her permission and studied it critically before turning it over. "You're hair will be up, I assume? The back is open and your neckline will be distracting. I suppose this is a suitable choice," he nodded his satisfaction and replaced the dress back into the closet. She did not choose blue and for that, he was thankful. He did not wear blue well.
((ooc: the dress is red. I just couldn't find a red one in that style.))
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