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Closer, Let Me Whisper in Your Ear [Closed to Steve]
Four days later, a slightly-less-miserable Miku pulled herself out of bed finally, dressed and cleaned herself up appropriately, and made her way to medical.
There, she was told that Steve had been released, and made her way back up to the crew quarters where she was (fairly) certain herboyfriend was being held. She still felt snuffly and like warmed-over death, but it was much better before, when she seemed to be playing sinus shougi with her nostrils and wondering if hanging off the side of the bed would make her feel better (or just run all the gunk into her brain and put her out of her congested misery).
Maybe, she thought as she knocked on the door, the two of them could finally have that talk. At least this time there was no bubble wall between them.
There, she was told that Steve had been released, and made her way back up to the crew quarters where she was (fairly) certain her
Maybe, she thought as she knocked on the door, the two of them could finally have that talk. At least this time there was no bubble wall between them.
DAYS LATER
"Yeah, sure," he said. "Since dragging each other in and out of nightmares is kind of a shitty first date. I'm way more interesting when I'm not on fire, I swear."
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"We can... I don't know. We always seem to end up cooking. I don't know what else to do on a date here."
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She became suspiciously quiet after that, though. What could they do, really? Maybe Tess would have a nice (normal) idea. Maybe not.
Perhaps they could go to an amusement park in the sensoriums. Wasn't that something she'd overheard girls in school suggesting?
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"You make a good blanket," he muttered, one of those idiotic half-asleep comments that always tend to slip out.
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Some time later, Miku carefully pulled herself up from Steve, smoothing out her shirt and fixing her hair as she wriggled off the bed. It would probably be a better idea for the both of them if she rested in her own room. Certainly a cold on top of his sickness would do little good for them both.
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"Y'goin...?" he managed to enunciate clear enough.
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She didn't sound like she had a plug in her nose, at least. "I'll see you later, okay?" Miku squeezed his hand.
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He squeezed her hand back and managed an odd little half-smile. "See you. Feel better."
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"Sleep well, okay?" Miku gave him a short, quick bow and turned to the door. There were more things to think about now, like she'dsleptwithaboyshe'dsleptwithaboyshe'dsleptwithaboy...