( and she will! unlike somebody here, felicity does make sure she gets in enough sleep on the regular, and accounts for annoying things like "traumatic nightmares" and "insomnia".
she takes another sip, humming contentedly. even without her plan to get him to drink some drugs, she just enjoys a good cup, you know? )
I tried a new blend from the store today, so tell me what you think, alright?
Alright, but don't push yourself too hard. Humans need up to eight hours of sleep a day, and you'll recover more quickly if you get proper rest. [the fucking gall to even bring that up—
luckily, that's all Add needs to be convinced since he's the type to do whatever minor thing gets people off his back. picking up the mug, bringing it closer...]
Is it, now? I'm not much of a tea drinker, but it does have a pleasant aroma. What's in it?
( it's a testament to her ability as an actress that she doesn't just smack him upside the head right there and everyone should be very proud of her. )
It's black tea and rooibos, with a spice mix- cinnamon, cardamom, allspice, nutmeg, cloves, the works... next time I can add some cream, too, if you want. Helps keep it balanced but sweet.
I'll keep that in mind for next time. I'm glad that you like it though. I was thinking it'd be good with breakfast.
( something nice and warm to start the day! that's a genuine suggestion too- since moving in, she has effectively taken over the kitchen, before she goes over to the inn to... further take over the kitchen and make sure those residents are also eating well. but like. the roomies get the best of her efforts.
...
she's already planning a nice, hearty breakfast to make up for the drugging, honestly. )
Though, do you prefer coffee? I can get that for the mornings instead, if you want.
I usually have coffee, but it's not so bad to mix things up. I had an acquaintance before who was fond of tea. He preferred to do all the cooking, and it's easier to make one pot for everyone on the road.
[there is... a yawn escaping this time, whoops. he mumbles an apology. clearly he needed this caffeine. another sip of tea should help...]
( there we go. felicity offers a sympathetic smile, something along the lines of, "it's been a rough week, hasn't it?" but says nothing else on the matter. she's perfectly poised to catch him before he lands on his work at least. )
... If you know any recipes he used, let me know. Alright? A taste of home can go a long way in a place like this.
Recipes... I should still have some saved. Getting some of the ingredients here might be difficult, but let's see. Dynamo...
[calling up a holoscreen, trying to navigate to a list of files....... really struggling to lift his hand up to the buttons. eyelids... surprisingly heavy? huh.
...
he glances down at the mug again, frowning. he is an expert when it comes to medicines, so this seems suspiciously like...]
( she's not going to admit to shit. to make a point she takes another sip of her own cup, but damn. he's really holding out, isn't he? she was hoping this would be easy and she could pass it off as his own exhaustion. )
[he won't last much longer but damn if he isn't stubborn to a fault. Dynamo supports him by the shoulders, swaying slightly.]
Black tea, rooibos, cinnamon, cardamom, allspice... nutmeg... what else...
[there's another ingredient... something she didn't list, he's sure of it. he wants to make Dynamo pull an analysis, but he can't even keep his eye open. he just barely manages to get the mug onto his desk, spilling a few drops as he starts to slump.]
( ... this is definitely going to bite her, she's sure of it. but at least the man's not dead on his feet anymore. even though he certainly can't hear her, she sighs and shakes her head, picking up the other mug and wiping up the spill. )
I'm not sorry. But it should keep you down without any unwanted effects.
( maybe dynamo will relay the message for her. or maybe he'll hunt her down come morning light (she won't make it hard for him, she owes him that much). regardless, she steps to the hallway- )
Elsword! Give me a hand, Add fell asleep at his desk.
Awwwww look at him he's resting :) as god intended.
Elsword doesn't want to risk waking him (he is unaware of drugs and thinks that noise will make Add wake up and launch back into work again), so he silently nods and scoops Add up and
there's a gargoyle in his bed, where put Add??? uh???
Elsword does some mental math, spins on his heel, and heads off down the hallway with a sleepy doctor to put him in Elsword's bed instead. He'll even tuck him in and fluff his pillows for him, see? All good.
also zahliya will not be here when add wakes up get fucked]
( ... pfft. felicity watches and waves him off, before she resumes cleaning up the remains. unfortunately, she's also removing any and all evidence- the mugs? washed. the teapot? washed. the spill? wiped up.
but come whenever add wakes up, she can be found in her room, sketching on an old notebook. despite how casual she's acting, and her refusal to feel guilty, she can't help but be nervous- it's quite an overstep she made, after all.
all she can really do is wait, and also bait the gargoyle with cheese in the fridge- )
[Add is sleeping straight through breakfast... which, honestly, is probably a good thing. It's well past noon when he does wake up, buried under Elsword's blankets and scent. Confused, if only for a moment. Dynamo was willing to let Fel slip something in his drink without reporting it, but they're far too loyal to keep Add in the dark after the fact.
So, yeah. If she was hoping he wouldn't remember...
He's polite enough to knock, but rude enough to let himself in, leaning agains the open doorframe. At least he looks well rested, cleaned and put together—a far cry from how he's been over the past few weeks. The smile is On but she should know by now how little that means.]
Good morning, Felicity! Ah, or I suppose it should be good afternoon?
( oh, that's still more polite than she was expecting. and it's not that she expected him to forget- she just didn't want to leave even a single sample for him to try and use to combat her if she had to do this again.
felicity hums thoughtfully, closing her book. )
Time's fake, we both know that. Did you have a good sleep?
That's great. Unfortunately, I never finished my research notes on his unique biology, so I won't be able to provide the customized treatment plan I was supposed to have ready by now.
I'm not going to apologize no matter how many consequences you draw up. This is the first time since you arrived that you don't look dead on your feet and on the verge of collapse, and I won't regret it.
[at least he came out and just said it... but he's huffing, so it's hard to take it completely seriously. he's way more annoyed than he is genuinely mad about this breach of trust.
she didn't try to kill him so like. it's fine, but also,]
In that case, I'll keep your stance in mind next time you're the one overworking yourself. [and he'll be checking all his drinks for tampering, thank you very much!!!!!]
Well you've rejected any other form of care, and you weren't going to do it yourself. You haven't been since you got back- would last night really have been any different?
( is it right? absolutely not. but if she'd approached any other way he wouldn't have even let her in. it was an extreme stance and she knows it but-
he was so pale and drained. and he wasn't going to stop. )
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( and she will! unlike somebody here, felicity does make sure she gets in enough sleep on the regular, and accounts for annoying things like "traumatic nightmares" and "insomnia".
she takes another sip, humming contentedly. even without her plan to get him to drink some drugs, she just enjoys a good cup, you know? )
I tried a new blend from the store today, so tell me what you think, alright?
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luckily, that's all Add needs to be convinced since he's the type to do whatever minor thing gets people off his back. picking up the mug, bringing it closer...]
Is it, now? I'm not much of a tea drinker, but it does have a pleasant aroma. What's in it?
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It's black tea and rooibos, with a spice mix- cinnamon, cardamom, allspice, nutmeg, cloves, the works... next time I can add some cream, too, if you want. Helps keep it balanced but sweet.
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... hmm, some cream would be nice. It's good, though.
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( something nice and warm to start the day! that's a genuine suggestion too- since moving in, she has effectively taken over the kitchen, before she goes over to the inn to... further take over the kitchen and make sure those residents are also eating well. but like. the roomies get the best of her efforts.
...
she's already planning a nice, hearty breakfast to make up for the drugging, honestly. )
Though, do you prefer coffee? I can get that for the mornings instead, if you want.
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[there is... a yawn escaping this time, whoops. he mumbles an apology. clearly he needed this caffeine. another sip of tea should help...]
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... If you know any recipes he used, let me know. Alright? A taste of home can go a long way in a place like this.
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[calling up a holoscreen, trying to navigate to a list of files....... really struggling to lift his hand up to the buttons. eyelids... surprisingly heavy? huh.
...
he glances down at the mug again, frowning. he is an expert when it comes to medicines, so this seems suspiciously like...]
... Felicity. What did you say was in this again?
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( she's not going to admit to shit. to make a point she takes another sip of her own cup, but damn. he's really holding out, isn't he? she was hoping this would be easy and she could pass it off as his own exhaustion. )
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Black tea, rooibos, cinnamon, cardamom, allspice... nutmeg... what else...
[there's another ingredient... something she didn't list, he's sure of it. he wants to make Dynamo pull an analysis, but he can't even keep his eye open. he just barely manages to get the mug onto his desk, spilling a few drops as he starts to slump.]
Felicity, you... [bitch]
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I'm not sorry. But it should keep you down without any unwanted effects.
( maybe dynamo will relay the message for her. or maybe he'll hunt her down come morning light (she won't make it hard for him, she owes him that much). regardless, she steps to the hallway- )
Elsword! Give me a hand, Add fell asleep at his desk.
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Dynamo beeps, totally fine with this development. They will also help!!]
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Awwwww look at him he's resting :) as god intended.
Elsword doesn't want to risk waking him (he is unaware of drugs and thinks that noise will make Add wake up and launch back into work again), so he silently nods and scoops Add up and
there's a gargoyle in his bed, where put Add??? uh???
Elsword does some mental math, spins on his heel, and heads off down the hallway with a sleepy doctor to put him in Elsword's bed instead. He'll even tuck him in and fluff his pillows for him, see? All good.
also zahliya will not be here when add wakes up get fucked]
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but come whenever add wakes up, she can be found in her room, sketching on an old notebook. despite how casual she's acting, and her refusal to feel guilty, she can't help but be nervous- it's quite an overstep she made, after all.
all she can really do is wait, and also bait the gargoyle with cheese in the fridge- )
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TIME SKIP TIME SKIP this is the time skip
So, yeah. If she was hoping he wouldn't remember...
He's polite enough to knock, but rude enough to let himself in, leaning agains the open doorframe. At least he looks well rested, cleaned and put together—a far cry from how he's been over the past few weeks. The smile is On but she should know by now how little that means.]
Good morning, Felicity! Ah, or I suppose it should be good afternoon?
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felicity hums thoughtfully, closing her book. )
Time's fake, we both know that. Did you have a good sleep?
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[not that he asked her too... but also, he wasn't expecting her to drug him, so.]
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( she gave that garg so much fucking cheese dude. )
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[at least he came out and just said it... but he's huffing, so it's hard to take it completely seriously. he's way more annoyed than he is genuinely mad about this breach of trust.
she didn't try to kill him so like. it's fine, but also,]
In that case, I'll keep your stance in mind next time you're the one overworking yourself. [and he'll be checking all his drinks for tampering, thank you very much!!!!!]
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( is it right? absolutely not. but if she'd approached any other way he wouldn't have even let her in. it was an extreme stance and she knows it but-
he was so pale and drained. and he wasn't going to stop. )
I don't go to the extremes you do.
( liar. she just hasn't yet. )