I'd spend the entire time feeling guilty because our little march got coffee poisoning."
himeko withdraws her hand and places it over her own heart with a dramatic yet playful sigh and expression.
"I'd never forgive myself."
"marchie, this wasn't an invitation to torture yourself."
himeko shakes her head, not truly scolding her.
"and while I find it very sweet that you're willing to do this for me, I can't allow it."
she ruffles march's soft pink hair.
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( a slight red, embarrassed face on March. Both the words and the actions were something she couldn't quite expect now- yet she wanted to reply as well. )
I- i can at least try it if that's what you want, Miss Himeko!
( It felt wrong to not do so after being told that-
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"after all, if you end up with a stomachache, I'm the one who has to sit by your bedside and take care of you. not that I'd mind, of course. don't take it the wrong way. I would gladly stay by your side if you were sick. It's just that, in this particular case,
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she bends down and leaves a kiss on the small one's forehead.
"fortunately, I planned ahead. there should be milk tea and fruit juice in the fridge with your name on them."
"I know," himeko says with a smile.
her hand brushes through march's hair with clear fondness.
"I know you are not a coffee girl, march. admittedly I just wanted to see if you would give it a try. there is no need for that anymore."
( She did as told, taking those small sips of water as she could- truth be told, it was a bit of an exageration; she didn't have any fever nor was she going to die, perhaps it was just the surprise of not having that coffee smell for so long. )
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she wonders whether march is truly suffering or being just a little dramatic.
"should I be concerned and get you to bed, or is this your way of filing a formal and official complaint against my coffee?"
himeko quickly pours a glass of cold water, pressing it against march's lips.
"small sips, dear. drink carefully, okay?"
she places a hand against march's forehead, checking for a fever. poor girl, clearly more affected than anyone should be from just smelling coffee.
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( Just the smell was enough to defeat her. She feel herself disconect her mind for a split second as soon as she recieved that coffee smell. )
Miss Himeko- please...
water...
( she wasn't about to die. )
himeko reaches for the container of sugar cubes and extends it toward march. she stops before handing it over. a worried expression crosses her face.
"m-march! dear, you look pale all of a sudden. are you okay? I will grab you a glass of water instead. don't move!"
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