She rolled her eyes playfully, slipping under the covers and leaning over to dim the light. *** He relented, leaning back. "Just a little."
He leaned against the wall, resting his head back. * * * She laughed, lying on her side to look at him. "Just a little."
He followed soon after. * * * "No, I know," she reassured him. "And I appreciate it. I just think that you might need to step back a little. For your own sake. I'm not your daughter."
(Zoop!) Nascha woke the next morning feeling rather sore. She sat up with a small groan, looking around. *** He frowned. "That's weird. I don't like that. I can't help being worried, but I guess I'll try not to show it."
Victor was already awake. He was in the kitchen, cooking something over the flame. * * * "No," she protested, poking his stomach gently. "I like having someone worried about me. It makes me feel loved. But I worry about your blood pressure. I'm a lot to worry about."
She tilted her head, sitting up. "Good morning.. What are you making?" *** "No, I'm just.. overprotective."
He looked over at her, seeming surprised to see her awake. "Hello. I don't know, actually. Did you see that big block last night in the kitchen?" * * * She may have flushed a little, raising an eyebrow. "Of me?"
"It had those... pictures on it. I don't know. I saw pictures of making this thing, so I'm trying to figure it out." * * * She was quiet before a grin crossed her face. "Aw, Cy."
She smiled slightly, moving and standing up carefully. "Should I fix up some tea?" *** He frowned, squinting at her. "What?"
She looked down at herself with a frown. "For how long? How am I supposed to visit you?" *** He yawned, sitting up. "Are you hungry?"
"I'll visit you," he replied, stirring the food in the pan. "Don't worry." * * * She frowned, looking over at him. "It's strange. I haven't been hungry for a while." She turned to look out the window. "At least a day or so."
She relaxed, shifting and setting up her pillows so she could sit up. "Alright. Good." *** He frowned, getting up again as he went to get food. "So you haven't eaten?"
He cooked for a while longer before coming over to her, offering her the food. "I have no idea what I just did." * * * "I don't remember. I don't think I have any food here anyway."
She took it, looking down at it. "Thank you. I'm sure it's great." *** He frowned. "Yeah.. You should probably be eating, Dahlia."
