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Who: Jean-Jacques Leroy (

underwhelms) & his entourage
What: Explosion and sickness stuff.
When: October.
Where: Olympia & Wyver
Warning(s): N/A

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[ JJ HOLY SHIT????????? ]

If that is what you wish.

[ It's so physically obvious that the other man is in no position to be walking around the city. It's honestly a wondrous miracle that he managed to make it out of bed, perhaps the Orbiters from earlier were sending him blessings... that doesn't sound too ridiculous, actually.

Again Lukas comes close, at least offering an arm for JJ to take. ]

And if you happen to realize that you're feeling more ill... at least turn your head the opposite way.

[ So you don't vomit all over him or whatever. ]

[ JJ frowns at Lukas, offended by his lack of faith. ]

I'm not going to throw up.

[ He says, right before he throws up.

But actually, he does. His body finally tired of his abuse, stomach lurching in protest, entire body shaken by the way he's exerting energy that he frankly doesn't have. Luckily for Lukas, he has enough consideration to turn his body away from that offered arm, knees hitting the ground as he hunches over, gagging and coughing as he empties the scant contents of his stomach onto the ground.

It's all very glamorous.

There isn't much for him to upend, and soon enough he's not doing much but gasping for breath, his heaving eventually evening out so that he can spit to clear his mouth of the putrid space. ]

Okay... [ He groans a little, spitting again. ] Maybe I threw up a little.

[ ...................... spoon............................ ]

... I can see that. [ He sighs. Having dropped his arm long after the man had dropped to his knees and heaved whatever contents was in his stomach, which is fortunately fairly minimal but at the same time it's still vomit. It's still fucking gross. ] I can see that all too well, and this all proves my point in that you need to go home.

[ And he's not going to take no for an answer. And hopefully JJ has lost all the strength in him to argue or reject his help, so he carefully puts his arms around the smaller individual and just like... lifts him up... princess style... i hate this thread ]

[ He doesn't want to go home... You're not his real dad.........

Though in reality, JJ doesn't put up a fight as Lukas picks him up, too busy drowning in self-pity to even lament on how embarrassing it is to have to be carried home like a baby. It is humbling at least; a reminder of how out of his depth he is without his usual sources of support.

He knows he should rest, but the solitude is driving him crazy. ]

Sorry. [ Rubbing a hand over his face, he looks up at Lukas with a look of slight wonder. ] You don't have to carry me the entire way. Do you think I'll run or something?

[ Which, to be fair, he did already try... ]

No need to apologize so long as you've learned your lesson.

[ But that last question... ]

I do. In fact I'm willing to bet every silver to my name that despite you saying that you'd drag yourself away from me if you have the strength. Which is why I am not going to be giving you any second changes. [ Or third... whatever. ]

Plus this way it will ensure that we get there before you have another accident.

Hey, I'm a man of my word.

[ Though he doesn't mind being off his feet, even if the nausea hasn't entirely subsided and being carried in Lukas' arms is a little awkward. JJ might not have the physique of a Baron-class fighter, but he's not a small person. In this moment however, he does kind of wish he was, at least then he could snuggle more comfortably.

His head falls forward to rest against Lukas' chest, as he surrenders the last of his energy to fatigue. He wouldn't mind sleeping like this. ]

And can you not say it like I wet my pants or something. That's not one of the symptoms.

[ Thankfully. ]

[ Doing one for the gays, I see.

Lukas remains excellently poised, relaxed, having adapted to holding someone in such a manner (both of equal and lesser stature than JJ) leaves him with little room of error or discomfort. He does walk with a little urgency, however, because the last thing he wants is for... the worse. Fortunately enough the other man didn't make it far and so he's not going to great lengths to return JJ to his place. ]

Please, JJ. I'm only saying it because I'm thinking of the obvious side effects.

[ Long... sigh. ]

Now please tell me your apartment number so we can get you home safely. Then we'll see about possibly getting you something light enough to eat... [ He's making a mental note. God I hate that he's the dad friend. ]

[ JJ has resigned himself to his fate by now, answering Lukas' question here in the brackets because I can't remember what his apartment number is. He also shows no sign of attempting another escape, though he is trying to find ways to keep himself amused to prevent himself from dozing off. There's not much to do however, as he fiddles with his clothing, wriggles his feet, and eventually drums his fingers on Lukas' chest, tapping out a senseless rhythm. ]

You worry too much, you know? You need to relax. [ Says the current source of Lukas' troubles. ] I would've been all right; a flu's not going to kill me.

[ Assuming it's just a flu, but the point is to keep Lukas lighthearted, so he's not very well going to dwell on the more sinister implications of the terrorist attack.

Even though it hangs in the air between them for a second as his mind wanders in that direction for a second before he can snap himself back. ]

Tell me, what do you like to do for fun?

[ Perhaps if the scenario were different he'd describe each little action JJ makes as cute, but that's the least thing on his mind. Currently occupied with returning the man home and getting him to rest, he honestly never asked for this babysitting job but he's going to accept it anyway. ]

Putting thought into our situation it's to be expected that I'd be a tad worried.

[ And then there's a shift in their conversation. One that he responds with a raised brow and quirk of his lip that struggles between shifting into a frown or a casual smile. Instead it presses into a line, poised and composed, as he hums lightly. ]

You could say that I enjoy reading. I can always get lost in a good page-turner, I would say that my favorite subjects though are that of the scholarly kind.

[ JJ grins at that, looking quite pleased with himself—as though he'd done anything of merit. ]

I knew you'd have some nerdy hobbies. [ Which is... rude, but his tone isn't particularly mean spirited. ] I had to read a lot for university too, some of the books were so boring, but I always forced myself to pay attention and take notes. If you're going to do something, might as well be the best you can be at it, right? There's a lot I like reading about too, I mean...

[ And he's going to keep rambling like that, going over his various hobbies and the subjects he used to study back on Earth. It's possible he could've talked about himself for the entire walk home if not for the cough that eventually cuts him up, his body jerking away from Lukas to keep from coughing on him because that's gross. ]

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