InsaneJournal

Who: St. John Allerdyce and Clair Temple.
What: John is out getting things.
Where: Somewhere in town.
When: Sunday evening.
Rating: Low.

John was out getting a few items from Kitty's place to make her more comfortable in his own home. These past days, where they were ill and nursing each other back to health was probably very good for each other, and their relationship. If you couldn't handle your other half at their worst and they were at their worst, was it destine to go anywhere? Well, they hadn't killed each other, and they took care of each other. John felt safe that Kitty was in it for the long haul, and truly, that made him happy. Still absolutely sick, but fucking happy as he could be.

Pyro was making his way through town at a steady pace, not quick because he was still rocky on his feet, but he had a backpack over his shoulder of things from Kitty's. It was tough. His body was weak, his fever still was firmly in place. He was just happy he wasn't puking his brains out anymore. A little stagger and a stumble Pyro managed to catch himself but it caused him to halt in his progress. He was doing so well. With a sigh, he held himself up some. In comparison of earlier in the week, he felt bounds better so he was incorrect about what he had, but this virus or illness was brutal. Feeling the presence of another person near him, he glanced. "I'm good. I'm not dying... just.." He took a deep breath. "Just regaining myself a bit."

Pyro took the person in. He didn't recognize her. "Hey. You're new here." He laughed. "Shitty time to show up."