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Yeah, see-- [He tilts his head, exposing the pink-purple dots along his jaw that are the remains of his Psychic powers. There are more at his joints and his temples, hidden under his hair.] I got affected by the stupid bug going around...and lately I've been having these really bad headaches. [He offers a hangdog look. A tiny wibble.]

C'mon, I need you to take care of me.

[You wouldn't turn a face like this down, would you?]

Oh, you were sick? [ that at least draws her concern. ] I... um... let's see... someone said the best way to treat that is with soup! And... rest... and what else was there?

[ she's clearly a bit panicked now, especially as she looks closer at those marks. ]

Um... but first... you should be in bed! [ so she'll grab his arm and start dragging him towards his room.

not that she has any idea where his room is. yet for some reason, she doesn't stop to ask, either. ]

Sure, oka--hrk!

[Oh lawdy what has he signed up for.]

Hey, wait! Maids don't just yank around their masters!

Huh? Then how am I supposed to get you to your room?

[ look, she isn't exactly trained to do this. ]

Besides, right now the most important thing is that you get better! We can worry about stuff like that later.

I walked to the lobby, didn't I?

[Collecting himself, he steps up next to her and falls into her stride, taking the opportunity to lean against her a bit. He really wasn't kidding about the headaches, and now that he's coming down off the adrenaline of getting here, it's back with a splitting vengeance. Reaching into his pocket, he hands her the keys to room 226.]

[ luckily, that's not too far from her own room.

but when he leans against her, she can tell that he really is sick. not that she really doubted him before, but she's always had a hard time telling when he's being serious. though she'd never admit it aloud, she does kind of thing he can be a little petty at times... ]

We're here! [ she opens his room with the key, before doing her best to support him inside. ] Once you're in bed I'll go get you some soup.

['A little'? 'At times'? Makoto you ain't seen nothing yet.]

[It's with a grateful noise that Luke lets himself fall on the bed, which has been artfully arranged as if he'd been wallowing in bed for some time. His Zoroark has curled up in a corner like a big dog, but his eyes fall on Makoto like a jewelry appraiser, mmorizing each line of her shape as she moves, just in case he needs to use her as an illusion.

Luke shucks off his boots with little energy, before crawling under the covers, awaiting Makoto's care expectantly.]

[ makoto isn't entirely sure what she's gotten herself into, but she can't very well abandon him now.

once she's satisfied he's in bed, she quickly goes out to the kitchen to get him some soup. she arrives back frighteningly quickly, soup and some bread in hand. ]

I hope you're hungry! [ she beams a bit, quite proud of her accomplishment. ] When you're sick, you've gotta eat a lot to keep up your strength. When I told that to the person downstairs, they gave me a lot!

[He's about to open his mouth to tell her she's a pretty crappy maid, but woops, there is some soup there.]

[Nom nom nom. It's not bad soup! It hangs a bit heavily in his stomach, but there's another spoonful preventing him from complaining. Ah, well, he can certainly put food away. With surprising obedience, he lets her feed him the bowl, reclining on the pillows. Zoroark watches on, torn between being vaguely disgusted or impressed.]

Got any apple gels or something...?

[You know, those things that restore your HP!]

[ she watches her eat, satisfied that she's done a good job. for now, anyway. maybe this maid stuff isn't really that hard! ...though still needs a cute outfit with the frills, huh...

as she starts to zone out a bit thinking about it, she hears his question. ][ she just shakes her head. ] They had some regular apples in the kitchen though...

[she definitely needs a cute outfit. in fact--]

Yeah, I guess an apple is good enough. Make sure to slice it, and put cinnamon on it. Oh, and while you're there--[motions to all of her.]--do something about those clothes.

C, cinnamon? [ well maybe she can find that... if it'll help him get better she can do it, but... ]

Wait, wh, what's wrong with my clothes? [ even if she had been having similar thoughts... ] It's not like I'm going to find something cuter than this in the kitchen.

Well, are you a maid or aren't you? [Another kind of dismissive motion.] Can't you at least get an apron or something?

Oh, that's true! I can at least put an apron over this.

[ she seems so enthralled by that idea she doesn't really care about anything else as she goes charging off towards the kitchen.

nothing can stop her now... ]

[Luke watches her go, settling back with mixed feelings of victory and apprehension.]

[Is he going to die...]

[ she comes back a little later, proudly donning an apron over her outfit. she still hardly looks like a maid, but... well, it's something. ]

Ta-da! [ and she brings apples. sliced... not too well... with gratuitous dashes of cinnamon sprinkled over them.

well, it's what you asked for look... ]

[Luke looks down at the plate and wrinkles his nose, because he's a fucking gentleman.]

Don't you know how to cut apple slices? Come on!

[But he'll still take the dish, scarfing down a slice, mumbling as it goes down.] I guesh iss pretty good anywaysh.

What? I... I did my best! It's just kind of tricky, alright?

[ frown. well, he does seem to be eating them well enough. she picks one off the plate herself, eating it. yeah, not bad. ]

[He sees her frown; he doesn't want her to just walk out, so he opts to pacify.]

It's not that bad. [And he mops it up happily, so there's that. When he speaks again, his voice is curious.] Hey, Makoto?

[ she seems placated by that... perhaps because part of her is actually surprised he said it. ]

What is it?

Do you wanna be my maid full-time?

[YOU COULD PRACTICE AND GET GOOD AT IT AND THEN YOU COULD LEARN TO MAKE APPLE SLICES JUST THE WAY HE LIKES THEM AND ]

F, full-time...?

But I... I still have something else I have to do. I can be a part-time maid while we're both stuck here, though.

[ sorry luke, being an idol will always come first... ]

Great! So I can call you if I'm in trouble, right?

[Reclining on the pillows. Yep, he can get used to this. He motions to her outfit again.] You're gonna need something a better than that if you're gonna be my maid, though.

Well... I guess so. I'll come running if I can.

[ if she's close enough, anyway. ]

I... I know that much! This was just the best I can do on short notice. I'll go to the store and get something better later. There's a big department store here, right?

[She will have multiple opportunities to test this.]

Yeah! [He chuckles a bit, his grin just this side of lecherous.] We could pick it out together.

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