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audio; crawl out through the fallout

Name: The Lone Wanderer
Date: event on 11/20, late morning
Format: audio

[ Lex has been quiet for some time - busy for parts, sick for others. But the items spilling out of the mirrors this morning has stirred her out of bed, and the item she has received- well.

Well, it's worth saying something. ]

Did anyone- [ a pause, a cough; her voice is raspy from disuse ] -did anyone else get something... potentially hazardous?

[ Potentially. Ha. As Lex stares at the item in front of her, potentially seems incorrect. ]

I need to get rid of this, [ she mutters, and then the connection cuts. ]

((ooc: hi guys! my concussion is finally healing, so Lex and I are back in the swing of things! if you want to hit me up, send me a message either via pm, on plurk

gadgetsandgears, or discord gadgets#7461))

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Gotta do what I'm good at, [ she huffs a laugh, curling into him. She's felt - seemingly from a distance, but felt nonetheless - Eren curving around her, wrapping around her like a security blanket. It's better now that she's awake, the heat from his body more present than the heat of her fever.

Her own clawed hands run over his sides, up and then around his back, holding him to her until he needs to pull away. Dogmeat is far more interested in the smells coming from Eren's bag, and Lex huffs a laugh as she notices him sniffing around. ]

You sure they're not for him? [ It's a tease, and also true; she's going to share with her dog. ]

[ dogmeat . . . eren gives a deep chuckle, one from his throat that doesn’t quite get him to grin as he hooks his bag out of reach and begins to pull out the packages. ]

He ate already. [ eren has been feeding him, but if the dog is somehow sitting and thinking please say sike, he’s correct in doing so! one of the things that the dragon pulls out faster is an excellent piece of smoked meat, thrown for dogmeat to catch however he pleases.

it’s time to prepare lex’s food. sick people food, and would you look at that— the packaging, the quality, it’s all really expensive, shit you’d only be able to buy if you’re an aristocrat. medicinal, tasty and proven to help the body fight off sickness. a valve of water, from the place itself (they don’t encourage using water from other places, this one is pure and energized), is poured into a bowl. eren has to mix the contents, heat it up with his breath, but it should be done in a matter of minutes. ]

Where’s the bomb?

[ he asks, almost casually, while mixing.

he doesn’t mean for it to sound casual, but what to do for now was pretty realistic. keep an eye on it so no one else has a chance to take it, then get hammerspace. cu is on it. ]

No such thing as too much food.

[ She knows that's not technically true - but when you're used to barely scraping by, it sounds true enough. Besides, Dogmeat certainly seems to believe it, if the way he rushes to catch the meat is any indication.

Lex settles down on her bed, watching Eren cook. There's something- very domestic about it, and there's a soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips before he asks her his oh-so-casual question. ]

Bedside table.

[ There's a nod at the table in question. The bomb isn't out in the open, at least. ]

That way it can't fall and be set off or anything.

[ eren, being domestic. i want to cry. his gaze follows, bending to catch a glance, if he could. he's never seen a nuke before if it wasn't a human nuke. ]

Can it?

[ you know, if it isn't actually— activated. he's still stirring, but forgets how much he has to stir. he's lost in her, allowing his arms to shift into autopilot. ]

Possible. Not likely, but...

[ She sighs softly. ]

It's not triggered to go off or anything, but bombs aren't exactly predictable.

[ that. is bad. at least the food is almost done, and when it is, he sits down next to her and offers the bowl and spoon with one hand. ]

I saw Caster mention something that could work. When can he try it?

Soon. He's looking into a few things.

[ She takes the offered bowl and spoon, breathing in the smell of the broth and letting the warm, wet air seep into her lungs. ]

[ a grunt and nothing more, a stare at where the nuke should be (and they’ll find a way to put it away, surely), eren brings himself over in fluid steps, dropping his weight onto the bed gently and right by lex as she ate.

she was busy and all, but his forehead presses into her shoulder, and rises until his chin rests on top. her hair was a bit unkept, but when was eren’s ever neat, too? the tips of his talons hooks away some stray strands, and folds them behind her ear.

it was so lightly done, it felt like the wind did it, but in the end, eren has very heavy hands. one rests close to her opposite hip. ]

I missed you.

[ Things have been a feverish blur for Lex. To say that she has missed anyone seems strange, when she's barely been able conscious sometimes - but sitting here, with Eren wrapped around her, it seems the truth. She relaxes into him, blowing gently on the soup before taking a spoonful. It's only after a few of these that Lex speaks again, voice a little less hoarse now. ]

I missed you, too.

[ you know, he was about to say the same thing when she speaks up— could you really miss someone if you were unconscious or unaware? he huffs out, the way he always would when he was about to laugh and it just didn’t quite go through. a blanket may be finding her shoulders, now, draped across them and folded near her lap. ]

I can’t argue with you. [ so he sits there, falling into silence as a low drumming purr plays against his throat and vibrates from his lips burying into her hair and to her scalp. constant, and constant— not so loudly like a cat’s, but it’s there, like a dragon’s whisper. ] Make sure to rest more if you need it. You‘ll have to be well to get rid of that thing.

[ because we have a nuke in the room. ]

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