[It doesn't take Michael very long to fall asleep once he allows the drowsiness of his medicine to morph into full-blown sleep. It's a sound sleep, and the young man barely moves from his initial position, his comforter strewn across him haphazardly.
It's a lengthy nap, too, the kind where when he wakes up, he has to blink away his sleep for a few minutes before he can awaken fully. He rubs at his eyes, heaving a sigh; it takes him a moment to remember that Iona and Oren were here as well, when he hears faint footfalls coming from the main living area.
At least he feels a bit better. He has more energy, too.
He plans on getting up to see how they're doing, but right now he's just gonna sit up and stretch out his arms.]
[She sounds a little impressed.] You're pretty observant. You're right, he is sensitive. He's like the exact opposite of his brother.
[But you know, whatever. She didn't come here just to talk about Jake, of all people.] So what's your deal? [Meaning, what makes you special, tall beautiful guy?]
Some chicken rice porridge and some tea that will hopefully lessen that cold of yours. [She's also dragging in a chair with her other hand so that she can put it next to Michael's bed before she sets down the tray on a flat surface, such as the dresser table.]
It should be easy for you to eat since it's nothing complicated or solid. But it'll make you feel better.
[He sits up straighter, resting his back against the headboard as she draws closer. Now that his sense of smell isn't so clogged, the tea and porridge wafting in his direction is beyond inviting.]
Hey, thanks... [He offers, though it feels like the word isn't enough to really show how much gratitude he's feeling. Maybe it's the newness of the relationship, but he can't help but feel eternally lucky every time he so much as gazes at her.]
I struck the cosmic lottery jackpot, you know that? [It's a random statement if you're not following his line of thinking, but the exclamation is related to his previous thoughts of being a very fortunate young man right now.]
[Her curiosity is more important than some snickerdoodles, geez!!!]
I could have figured that out myself when you said golem. [Ugh. Guess she's going to try to pry.] I thought golems were made of stone? Or clay? You look pretty... fleshy to me.
[Her brand of kindness was directed towards everyone and it could be overwhelming; Oren has said as much to Iona. Sometimes it made her wonder if she does try too hard seeing as how she's expressed this insecurity towards Michael already.
But now she and Michael are something else. And Iona, like with everything else in her life, wants to put effort into this, to show that it really is serious and that it matters.
So when he makes that remark, Iona blinks at him and lightly chuckles as she seats herself next to him.]
You think so too huh?
[They really are lucky. She feels so fortunate to have met him.]
Surface, human enough. All earth materials otherwise.
[And he's something else entirely, something not of this earth. His appearance is attributed to Berna's artistry and taste, but there are some parts of his looks that he casts glamour over in order to hide his true nature.
He holds up his hand and opens and closes his fingers.]
Work mostly the same.
[He can taste, hear, smell, touch, and see. His hair is actual human hair (Berna's). But he's incredibly durable, impossibly so.]
[If his heart skips a beat at hearing those words, he's totally ignoring it. Instead he jokes lightly, scooting a little closer:]
Yeah, I'm sure you feel really lucky having to take care of me like this. I'm real exciting, taking long naps and breaking a world record in how many tissues I'm using to blow my nose.
[She's leaning forward with curiosity, which breaks her usual apathetic body language. This kind of stuff is always interesting to her, even if she tries to hide it under her usual facade of the pretty, affectionate girl who's all smiles.
She's read a lot of books with golems in them (she's a closet nerd, don't tell anyone); she's never met one in real life.]
Maybe, but I still owe you one for this. Take a raincheck on whatever you want to do in the future, once I'm over this cold. [He has to show his appreciation somehow.]
Everything you've come up with so far has turned out just fine in the end. [How can he complain about the Ferris wheel, after all? Still, he acquiesces, nodding.] But maybe I'll figure out some kind of outing just for us, soon.
[But for now, he takes the tea, sipping at it. The warmth is comforting and also seems to clear up his sinuses enough to help him breathe properly.]
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