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["Pretty cool", huh? That didn't sound too bad, even if she wasn't sure how much boonbucks were actually worth. If "pretty cool" was enough to get a hundred, though, she doubted it was very much.

Nill giggles, because Dave is honestly pretty amusing, but her throat instantly regrets it (even if she can't make any real sound) and she has to resist the urge to wince.]

I'm flattered [She glances around for a moment - the room really was a lot different than the one she was in - before trying to point at the television and hold up her NV at the same time. The NV nearly ends up on the ground in the attempt, so she tries again, one thing at a time.]

are the shows still bad?

[He lets his hand fall back to the covers--his instinct was to try to catch her NV when she fumbled it, but she's got it--reads her question, and then gives her the face in the icon.]

God.

[He musters up the energy to pick up Dr. Doof and bury his face in the pelican's side. Not hard enough to really muffle his voice, though. He just drops his arms and lets Doof balance there while he talks.]

I actually can't wait for the Saturday morning Power Ranger bullshit. Lose fewer brain cells that way.

[Doof falls off and Davesprite looks back at Nill. B|. Just B|.]

[Nill is fairly certain she's never seen someone so angry about having a poor television selection before. That is some intense anger at an inanimate object you've got going there, Davesprite.

...She's pretty sure she used to know someone that really liked Power Rangers, but she can't quite remember. Still, she knows the name, and that alone is kind of surprising, considering she mostly watched cooking shows.]

sorry

[She'd suggest he just change the channel, but she's pretty sure he would have done that if he could. Maybe the TVs here were just stuck on terrible channels? ...wow, that actually sounds really unpleasant. When she was conscious she could at least channel surf...

Nill glances down at Dr. Doof on the cold floor, though, and puts her NV in her pocket before tugging her IV pole closer. It doesn't seem very easy, but she still reaches down for the pelican and manages to lift him back up onto the bed.

After, though, she sinks back into her chair, completely disregarding her wings in the process while she tries to make the hospital room stop spinning and tilting like that. Bending down had apparently been a bad idea.]

[It's not that he hasn't changed the channel. It's just there is nothing good on. EVER. Especially when he's used to the comedic genius of one Ben Stiller*. Days of Our Canadian Lives just isn't cutting it, when he honestly has nothing else to do besides stare blearily at the television.

Luckily, thanks to his best friend, he's used to watching total crap. He can take it.]

Uh--

[He lifts his head when she moves to pick up Dr. Doof, then shifts onto his side to face her. It's about as much movement as he can really manage, though he takes Doof back gratefully when she returns him and tucks him somewhere a little safer. At this point, Davesprite usually just leaves Doof on the floor whenever a stray movement of his wing knocks him off.

It's hard, being a huge feathery asshole. It's hard and nobody understands.]

Thanks. You okay?

[It's not like he wouldn't notice, and he knows from experience how hard moving is now.]

*Your comedic mileage may vary.

[Looking at Davesprite, Nill is a little glad that her wings are as small as they are, honestly. His - though she thinks they fit him rather well - seem extremely difficult to actually deal with. ~~She was a little envious of his apparent ability to fly, though.~~]

fine

[She's slower with the typing, this time, and kind of has to lean more heavily against the chair when she holds the NV up.]

dizzy

[But she seems at least somewhat practiced in holding onto the NV and typing like this, so she probably gets dizzy pretty often like this. Nill smiles in what she hopes is a reassuring way despite it.]

Take it easy, okay?

[He looks at her critically, trying to make sure she's not pushing herself more than she's letting on--he knows lots of people like that though obviously he'd never do something like that, Christ, where do you get off--but she seems pretty okay. Considering, anyway. And she did make it all the way to his room, which is more than he can say for himself.]

You even supposed to be walking around?

[Nill pauses for a moment, before lifting a finger to her lips in a silent shushing gesture, and she smiles. No, she really isn't supposed to be walking around, and she half thinks she might wander back to her room later and find a different patient in her bed. Don't tell on her, okay?]

it's too quiet in my room

[He hesitates a moment, because geez, he doesn't want her to get sicker for something as dumb as coming to see some pathetic crow kid, but--

He knows what it's like to be alone.]

Guess you came to the right place. [Why yes, he is aware that he is the king of mumbling background noise.] You live with people usually?

[The right place, huh? He certainly talked enough over the network, but you could never tell if people were the same in real life as they were online. It was sort of nice that he was, though, because Nill really liked talkative people (she suspects he'd talk even more if it weren't painful to do so).

The question, however, makes her smile falter, and when it comes back it isn't nearly as genuine as it was a moment ago. Even then, it takes her a moment to figure out what to type. Normally it would be an innocent enough question, but for her it's a bit of a loaded one.]

not for a long while

[She manages to make the smile a bit wider, seem a bit more cheerful.]

its just me

[He's a thirteen-year-old douchebird and has never been the best at reading people, but that doesn't really seem like a happy answer. And if it's just her, then it must be really quiet at home.

His apartment during the game was hella creepy, with only Rose's pester chimes and his fan (useless in his planet's heat) breaking the heavy silence, no matter how hard he listened for footsteps.

He shifts again, pillowing his head on his arm.]

You wanna talk about it?

[Her smile widens a little at that, more genuinely this time, but she turns her gaze down to her NV. She taps her fingers against the screen once, and then just types up a simple list. It seems easiest - she doesn't want to just brush off the concern. That was rude.]

one moved
one disappeared
one died

[Not using names seems easier, given that one of them was actually still here, he just wasn't the same person. This place is so complicated at times.]

not much to talk about

[He reads it, then looks back up at her. That sounds more like Davesprite himself than something he'd expect to hear from Nill, and for some reason that just doesn't sit right.

Not that he really knows what to do about it. He lets out a breath and looks down at Dr. Doof pressed against his stomach.]

Yeah. Happened to me, too. Before I got here.

[She catches little flashes of thought with that - things that, out of context, wouldn't make much sense. Even in context they don't make much sense, but when you're stuck reading people's minds mostly involuntarily, you learn to read between the lines.

Purple font. Lava. Two gaps.

...Oh.

She's still for a moment, trying to think of the right thing to say-- type. Whatever. Even if Dave didn't act much like a kid, he was... way too young for all of that to have happened to him. It didn't seem fair.

So she smiles, and it's a little brighter this time.]

I guess that means we're birds of a feather, right?

[Normally, she'd ask about it. But Nill has heard the rumors about what's causing this sickness, and if their situations were anymore alike... they'd both be doing a lot worse off if she did.]

we can keep each other company for awhile

[He actually snorts at the bird joke--it triggers a brief coughing fit, but he's still grinning at the end of it.]

Jesus, Nill. That sucked.

[It's said in the fondest tone possible. Davesprite lifts one thumb towards his chest.]

Leave irony to the experts, okay? Maybe I'll give you tips when we get out of here, pro bono. 'M giving lessons already anyway.

[He lets his hand fall again.]

So yeah, open invitation to my place, whenever. We can chill on the roof. Unless heights are bad?

[Heh. Mission accomplished, even if it did end up making him cough. The smile is worth it, and so is the change of topic. Nill smiles.]

i dont think id be very good at irony

[She laughs, but she has to swallow another wince. Ahh... she didn't feel as good as she did when she got here. The guilt thing must have been true after all.]

id love to come over though

heights arent bad at all

i like them a lot

[He closes his eyes behind his shades.]

Me too. Maybe it's a bird thing. Though I dunno, rooftops've always been good for me and Bro.

[One more weak cough shakes him, and he continues in a croak.]

We used to live on like the thirtieth story, practically right up against the sky. Back home, I mean.

[Nill's smile softens for a moment, and she closes her eyes as well, because that image in his head is too much for her to pass up; a scorching sun overhead, practically close enough to touch if you could just reach far enough, and a million buildings as far as the eye can see. He was right, it was so close to the sky, and Nill would kill to watch clouds go by on a building like that. It was one of the best things she'd ever seen.

She waits to see if he'll open his eyes again (she wouldn't be surprised if he fell asleep, that just seemed to happen), and if he does then she'll hold the NV up again.]

that sounds wonderful

[He opens one eye after a moment and reads her response.]

Heh. Yeah, it was pretty legit, if you don't mind feeling like the skillet side of a strip of bacon. Totally the only way to strife.

[Though even if right now he feels like the inside of a frying pan, he's in no condition to even think about rooftop spars with Bro right now.]

We get outta Canada, maybe I'll take you back to Texas. Show you the place. Since it still exists here and all.

[That makes her pause a little bit. Since it still existed here..? So it didn't exist in his world anymore?]

tell me about it some time?

[Not now-- she didn't know if it would be for the best, given the nature of this disease, but maybe another time. She'd like to hear about it.]

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