ah, dear.. your temperature is rising.. .ᐟ * 🌀
you should take a seat.
( a light frown, accompanied by a small nuzzle of her nose against his cheek.. so warm. it smells alcohol, a little bit. )
it will do you good, to rest. i won’t leave.
m — mhm . . .
( beads of unease drip down the brit’s cheeks. clearly anxious, perhaps he’s been caught ? how would he explain himself ? oh god he’s spiraling. )
i . . .
blame it on the lass.
( herein lies Rodya, being thrown under the bus. he couldn’t handle the pressure )
is that so.. .ᐣ
( noisette hues were focused on him, clearly trying to make him spill the truth. )
you wouldn’t lie to me, right .ᐣ
you worry me quite a lot… i might get hurt. * 💧
( slowly intertwining their fingers together. )
( cheeks rise in temperature. Certainly, limits were being tested today. May God above have mercy on this poor sinner. )
yeah . . . ?
i —
have been drinkin water, ya worryin over nuthin . . .
( a clear lie but, she didn’t need to know )
mhm. * 💭
( a few steps taken closer—— Catherine carefully reaches out to take a hold of his hand, gently caressing his knuckle.
the other one slowly ran through his hair, moving his bangs aside… to let their foreheads touch each other’s. )
ahh .ᐣ play the role of a nurse, you say .ᐣ the idea isn’t so unpleasant.. i will be able to actually take care of you properly.. * 💕
you are adorable.