Marco (thatdarnoctopus) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-06-16 12:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 037, juno, marco |
Who: Juno & Marco
When: After the concussion, but before the nonsense on the network
Where: Marco's room
Despite being woozy and beat from the fall, Juno hadn’t so much fallen asleep as she’d descended into a state of quiet ‘being’. Just being. She was laying on Marco’s bed, over the covers, her leg raised and head positioned just so on the pillow since it was still sore. Her eyes were hooded, but she was alert. A little bored, even. She had unbuttoned a bit of Marco’s ugly shirt from the heat, and more than once wished she could hop off the bed and get her own clothes from her own room, but there was a sense of laziness that had permeated her entire body and so she stayed down. The only thing she did from time to time was fill her cheeks with air then blow it out impatiently. Being immobile, however little, sucked major ass. She eyed Marco and narrowed her eyes. I hate you, she thought, but didn’t care enough to voice. Wouldn’t have meant it if she had, anyway.
Marco had been trying all morning and into the afternoon to make up for what had happened. He hadn’t left his room, except to get things when Juno asked. He had read to her for a while. Even though it wasn’t that strange for him, he’d hardly even eaten that day, out of worry and guilt. He’d managed to get his mind to slow down enough to think mostly straight, at which point he’d finally ditched the Stitch onesie hoodie, but he felt like the only way to keep himself from freaking out again and making bad decisions was to stay at Juno’s side. He had dragged the chair in the corner of the room over, next to the bed. Normally he would have just crawled up onto the bed as well, but he sure as hell didn’t want to jostle her and hurt her some more.
He’d spaced out for a few minutes before he felt her eyes on him, and he blinked back to attention as he shifted and turned to face her again. “Sorry,” he mumbled as he realized that he’d zoned out. He kept his voice low, in case talking too loud made her head hurt more. “Do you need anything? Or, uh… How’s your… How are you feeling?”
“What’re you apologizing for?” Juno asked, voice slightly monotonous as she shifted in the bed when her lumbar muscles started to give signs of soreness from the position. She sighed. “You’re not my damn servant even though that was kind of the deal for me to read to you with voices, you know? I don’t need anything. I’m fine. Woozy. Don’t hit your head, Stitch. It sucks ass.”
She looked at him in silence for a second more, blinking. “I’m bored. Aren’t you bored? You’ve been sitting around all day like you’re scared I’m gonna fall off the bed and break my head for good.” Suddenly Juno remembered something and gave a slight chuckle. “Happy Dia de Los Muertos. Almost made one out of me, what a way to celebrate!”
Marco smiled, more because he felt like he owed it to her than any actual joy. “I am scared you’re gonna fall out of bed and break your head for good,” he pointed out. “And you have to tell me if you need anything, because I actually am being your servant, so, I don’t know. Deal with it, I guess.” He smirked and half shrugged.
He looked around the room, wishing that they had a TV in there. He wasn’t really bored himself, but he was too busy worrying and slowing down to think about finding something else to do. “Is Stitch your newest nickname for me?” he asked. He leaned against the bed, so he could rest his chin on the mattress and look up at her. The high mattress was part of why he was so scared she would fall. “I remember when you used to call me Sunshine,” he chuckled.
“I’m not gonna fall off the bed, come on. I’m not a baby. Are you being my servant to work off the guilt or because you’re my friend?” Juno asked with a smirk, moving her head a little to look at him when he put his chin on the mattress. “Yeah, Stitch. You’re a weird tiny alien sometimes. Plus you looked adorable with the onesie over your head…” she paused, swallowed, then continued. “You know, like you’d hunted him and were wearing his pelt.”
A slight chuckle escaped her when he reminded her about Sunshine. “That one was sarcastic. Every time. Well, most of the time.”
“Can I be your servant because both?” Marco smirked back at her. As she moved her head, he moved, too, so she wouldn’t have to keep her neck at an awkward angle, and hurt her head more. He crossed his arms over the bed, and rested his chin on top of his arms. “You’re an alien,” he countered. “But for real, if I was acting like an alien this morning, I’m sorry. When I’m freaked out, I’m kind of…” He frowned, remembering Cecilia’s describing him as useless. Just thinking about it made him flush again, and he tried to think up a different word before he focused on that one for too long.
“I guess schizo works,” he decided. “I’m just glad you’re okay and making me new nicknames. If you even remember this later,” he chuckled.
“Sure. I like both better than just one or the other.” Juno replied, rolling her eyes as he countered and called her an alien. His apology made her a little sad all over again and Juno wanted to shake her head, but ended up waving it off with her hand instead. She waited for the word he wanted to use, frowning when he finally came out with it. “I was gonna go with scattered. But you did okay, you could’ve done worse. I’m alive and clothed and fed and getting there. And unfortunately I don’t have enough of a black spot where my memory should be yet. So I guess my head’s fine.”
She still hadn’t forgotten about the dream; in fact, now that she remembered it, even in passing, Juno flushed bright red again and tried to hide it with her hair, failing remarkably due to gravity. “I’m never gonna forget Stitch, believe me.”
Marco breathed a laugh. “Well if you’re not gonna forget, then I guess I’m gonna have to bring it back with us so you can stay comfy when it’s cool,” he teased. He finally smiled more genuinely, though he still kept his voice low like loud noises might break her more. He didn’t think much of her blushing, figuring that it had to do with his own blushing. Or maybe she was blushing over her lie that he had done alright. He knew full well that that wasn’t true.
“You sure there’s nothing I can do for you right now?” he asked again. “I wanna, like… fucking… I don’t know. Magically heal you, I guess.”
“I told you I’d bring it back, it’s coming on winter in Zenith, we’re gonna love that onesie to bits over there.” Juno smiled back, endeared by how he framed bringing back the onesie so she would be comfy. “You should keep it though it fits you. And find one for me. And for Lennon! We’d be the onesie crew. Were there more down there?”
Marco’s question made her laugh, her voice raspy from the position and a slightly dry throat. “You’re not a wizard so you can’t.” She raised her hands rather than shrug. “Trust me, Stitch, you’re helping. Oh also you can forget everything you saw this morning, that’d really help.” She blushed again.
Marco’s brow creased as he tried to remember what else he saw on the rack. “There was a unicorn one,” he said, though he still sounded unsure. “I think. Something with horns. I almost grabbed that one for you, but I didn’t want the horns to be too heavy while you had a headache. It was a plush horn, but still. Your head was broken.” He tried to think if there were other ones there, but the memories were fuzzy. “Pikachu? I don’t know. I’ll find some.”
He mock-pouted as she outed him as not a wizard. “Aliens can be wizards,” he moped, before smiling once again. “Okay, well, still, let me know what else I can do. And I already forgot whatever it is I’m supposed to forget. My memory’s shit, you know that.” He hadn’t really, but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. It was weird because it was Juno, but she wasn’t the first naked person he’d seen. Not that he went searching for naked people, but still.
The unicorn one intrigued her, though Juno said nothing about it. She nodded in solemn playful thanks as Marco told her he refrained from horned onesies for the good of her head, refraining from reminding him her head wasn’t actually broken, and thank fuck for that. “You should. I think it’s winter over there right? If we go back we’ll need those for the colder nights when they inevitably turn off the AC and hide the kindling for the fireplace because that’s the sort of shit they’d do.”
While Juno knew he was lying, she appreciated that Marco wasn’t the type to tease her about something she was genuinely ashamed of. She nodded, and smiled, and let that be that. “I’m still bored. Entertain me, Stitch, come on.”
“Fuck, that does sound like something they’d do,” Marco groaned. He wasn’t used to winter, and wasn’t sure how he would take that. Probably not well. “We should get jackets when we get back,” he said softly, more to himself than to her. “And see if we can find extra blankets, I guess. I’ve never done winter.”
His brow creased yet again as she demanded entertainment, and he sat up straighter as he tried to think of what he should do. “Do you want me to read again? Or… What do you want to do? My room’s not that fun.”
Juno gave Marco a knowing smirk, refraining from voicing the ‘I told you so’ when it was so implied in her expression. She laughed, endeared, at his worry about winter. “Don’t worry I’m used to it and I got you covered. We won’t forget anything you’ll need. Blankets, pajamas, puffy jackets, wool socks, the works. Umbrellas if it’s a rainy sort of winter too.”
Reading was fun, especially with Marco at the helm for a change, but they had done that already today. “Aren’t there games around the house? Card games, some stupid board game? Uno even?” she asked hopefully.
“Do you think it’ll snow?” he wondered. “I’m not sure if that sounds miserable, or really cool. One of the hospitals I was in when I was young, they would put up white paper and cut it all lumpy, to look like snow? But, I mean, it was fucking Southern California, so… Beaches.” He smirked. He wasn’t actually all that upset over the lack of snow.
He couldn’t remember seeing games here, though he knew he had seen them back at Zenith. Not that that was helpful now. “I can go check, if you want,” he offered, but he couldn’t help but look at her with clear worry on his face. “Are you going to be okay if I go out of the room?”
Juno thought about it for a second, and as she was about to reply Marco started talking about his childhood and although the idea of little Marco in the hospital was a really sad one, Juno couldn’t help but smile. “I had beaches too, just not radiant sun or beach-going weather, per se. But yeah I think it might snow.”
Smiling, Juno made the slightest of head movements in place of a real nod, frowning when Marco looked worried again. The concern he voiced was endearing, but Juno sighed impatiently and rolled her eyes anyway. “I’ll be fine. I’ve got the network, if I feel something change I can just message Cecilia. I’ll just lay here very still until you get back, okay?”
Marco smirked. “Whatever man, everyone sees the ice rink at Rockefeller Center and the New Years countdown, so we know it snows in New York. Yeah, even over on my coast,” he laughed, slowly standing up. He still seemed reluctant to leave Juno alone, and maybe if he saw Cecilia on his way out, he could send her in while he looked for games. “Okay… I’ll look for something, but I’ll be right back. Don’t move, promise?” he said, then slipped out the door. He was sure to be quick, but it still took him a few minutes to scrounge up a deck of cards. When he returned to his room, he held them above his head proudly. “Ta-daa!”
He returned to his seat at her bedside and pulled out the cards, dealing for the first of many games.