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[Action for house 15 // Accidental Voice]

[Normally, Silver is pretty scarce in House 15! Once in a blue moon he might head over to his room and read or spend time with Blue or something, but otherwise, he tends to stay away in favor of doing Silver Things.

Today, that is absolutely not the case. No, today is dedicated to Silver being guilt tripped into staying home. Why? Because, as if living things he did while masked down wasn't going to be enough, a cold decided to add insult to injury, effectively removing any opportunity he might have had to avoid everyone. Instead, he's stuck in the house, remaining pretty miserable and fussy and trying to find something to do, which is completely missing the point of staying home and doing nothing while he's sick. Chills? Fever? Coughing and sneezing? Nonsense, he's totally fine. His Pokémon have taken to following him around like ducklings following their mommy and being generally cuddly and affectionate.

At some point, he'll try to look through his journals! Something will even come to mind for him to write! But ultimately, his hand isn't all that steady, and before he can write anything, he- he- a- aa- aaa--]

ACHOO!

[His hand slips, letting that sneeze get recorded, along with a random light, shaky line from his pencil. After staring at his journal for a few seconds and suppressing another sneeze, he gives up, all but slamming his journal shut and shoving it away in frustration. Being sick sucks, doesn't it?]

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Yeah, thanks. [How does the house fit this many people, anyway?]

[It's a mystery.] Are you going to need medicine or something? I can try to find some or ask Freyjadour...

[Suppressing another sneeze before responding.] This is nothing. I don't need medicine.

... Maybe you do and you just don't want to admit it. [That's what it kind of sounds like.]

I hate medicine.

Try to find me someone who does and I'll treat you to dinner. [Sliding into the room and sitting down on the floor.]

[...Hey, he didn't invite her in his- ...Eh, whatever. She's not getting in his space, so he won't comment.] People that are dependent on it when they get sick probably like it.

[Well she's in your room now so who cares.] Are you referring to a drug addict or something?

I mean in general. If you use bandages, you should't hate them. Medicine's the same way. [...The implication that he's never taken medicine before would be absolutely true. The assumption that he might be running his mouth a little because he's feverish would also be true!]

... Haa? [Dude she has no clue what the heck you just rambled about.]

[...Sniffle.] Forget it.

'Kay... [And she's still sitting on his floor, drawing circles into the floor since she has no plans of leaving anytime soon.]

Why are you here, anyway? [His tone says that he's genuinely asking, even if his wording is poor.]

We're housemates now and you're sick. That's going to affect me somehow. [That and he has pokémon. She really liked those creatures.]

[Well, his Pokémon are chilling in his room. Feraligatr is laying on the floor, since he's way too big for the bed. Murkrow is perched on the edge of his bed, while Sneasel's right next to him, as usual. They occasionally look Kaori over, but are generally unfazed by her presence.]

I'm more likely to get you sick this way.

And even if I didn't come in, I'm just as likely to get sick. What's your point? [Why aren't the Pokémon any closer?]

[They need their space, man. That Feraligatr is bigger than his bed.

Silver, in the meantime, pauses to look at Kaori for a moment before ultimately lowering his head and shifting around uncomfortably.] ...Nothing. [Cough.] Do what you want.

... 'Kay. [In that case, she'll stay comfortable on this spot on the floor all day. All. Day.]

[Well, he won't bother her. He'll just stay quiet and still, not really paying any mind to her. What he will do, however, is fight against sleep and not really mind the fact that he should probably drink water or eat or something.]

[... Yup, after spending an hour or two seated on his floor, gaze turned upward toward the ceiling as she thought to herself it occurs to Kaori that she hasn't heard this guy eat. With a frown she turns her gaze straight forward, clearly not pleased at this realization.]

Aren't you going to eat...?

[It's... Nice. It's really nice to be left alone, not fussed over, but still... In the presence of someone else. Even if he won't admit to that second part. It leaves him a lot less irritable than he would have been at a couple of hours of fussing, so he simply looks startled and a little confused instead of annoyed when Kaori finally speaks up.

Food? ...Oh. Right, he hasn't eaten in a while... He'll nod at Kaori for a moment before getting up and starting to head out of his room.]

[She hears him stand up and moves to her feet as well, waiting until it sounded like he had exited through the doorway before she moves to follow him at a distance where he can still have some privacy. Just in case he need some help, though she wasn't sure what she could do for him.]

[Sneasel follows the two of them into the kitchen; he'll pause for a moment to glance at Kaori before moving ahead to help Silver out.

...But hey, he'll stop whatever he's doing for a moment- mostly because Sneasel's doing everything for him, but...] Do you want anything?

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Huh? [She's a little surprised he asked, actually, it wasn't something she'd expected.]

I... what is there?

A lot. [It's a house that suits almost a dozen people, most of which are growing guys. The possibilities are endless.] Why don't you come take a look? [If Kaori's going to keep him company for who the hell knows how long, she might as well do it comfortably.]

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