Fanmail the Fourth

[idolpro]

Who: you and your adoring fan(mail)s ♥
Where: Hotel lobby
When: Day 55, evening

[ It's been pretty quiet lately, huh? Well . . . no. Every day is busy in Imeeji! You just want to relax and go home, right? Especially after going for a fun swim!

Well . . . Going home might be difficult for you. Press open on the elevators and you'll find that they open up to actual mountains of fanmail, haphazardly shoved in like jenga - if you're unlucky, you might even be literally buried in it. You can't even press the button from upstairs to go down to the lobby because the elevators are filled at max capacity. Surely they couldn't be that heavy though, right!?

Is this . . . the weight of love. . . . ?

The staircases are blocked with a couple boxes too, but nothing so obstructive that you can't push them away with a little elbow grease.

There's just . . . so much . . . . ]

Comments

[criminaljustice]

[... plushie 8(]

[searingedgelord]

[She glances at Boss and then at the plushie again]

At least some of the fans try to be nice, I guess.

[criminaljustice]

Some of them, yeah.

[searingedgelord]

[She offers him the plushie?? In case he wants to take a closer look at it.]

I need to sew up the princess doll. Then we can put them together somewhere.

[criminaljustice]

[... taking the plushie 8(

gentle squeezing of it.]

That sounds like a good idea. I don't know how to sew, so...

[searingedgelord]

I don't know how good I am at it, but I told Oni I'd try.

[She just thought he'd be here when she got around to it.]

[criminaljustice]

[waggles the Oni plushie at her.]

I'm sure he'd still want you to, so definitely.

[searingedgelord]

Mm.

[She moves to grab the plushie from him when he waggles it at her]

You're making that face again.

[Yes she is going to try to give him shit about his sappy face, even after being supremely sappy herself. Though there's no real bite behind it or anything]

[criminaljustice]

[lets her grab it back.]

My sappy face?

[not really fussed.]

[searingedgelord]

Yeah.

...You hadn't made it in awhile.

[because everything has been horrible.]

[criminaljustice]

... haven't really noticed.

[wane smile]

[searingedgelord]

I guess you can't really see your own face.

[especially when you have no eyes. But at least that's fixed now.

She points to a spot next to her on the couch or whatever she's sitting on]

Sit.

[criminaljustice]

[... ?

well, ok. sitting, maybe vaguely cautiously but more questioningly.]

[searingedgelord]

[She scoots closer to him and puts her head on his shoulder.

Look, she doesn't normally do this but she is physically and emotionally exhausted and Boss has also had a rough time and they are currently sad about the same thing, so. Here we are.]

[criminaljustice]

[here we are.

he doesn't mind? he's just a little surprised.

and he only adjusts so one arm can go around behind her and pet at her hair while he tilts his head to lay it against hers.]

[searingedgelord]

...Thanks.

[a beat]

I'd ask how you're doing, but I guess I already have some idea.

[criminaljustice]

Yeah... I'd say you're nailing that reading.

[he's miserable but trying his best anyway.]

[searingedgelord]

Yeah.

[she is not even sure if she’s still trying her best at this point or not. She’s too tired.]

I don’t think I’ve slept in three days.

[criminaljustice]

[lifts and lowers his shoulder a bit.]

You can nap on the new arm, so we can lay down.

[searingedgelord]

Is that really a good idea? You aren’t still sore?

[criminaljustice]

... not really.

[maybe?]

[searingedgelord]

[she huffs]

I don’t want to mess up your recovery.

[she is apparently the fussiest mom friend when she’s stressed]

[criminaljustice]

You're not.

[fussy momfriend is fussy cutefriend.]

[searingedgelord]

...If you’re sure.

[criminaljustice]

It's pretty solidly attached.