"I wonder why that is. Perhaps because warmth is my speciality?" Hands on hips.
"Ollyyyyy~ You looked a little hot."
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"I wonder why that is. Perhaps because warmth is my speciality?" Hands on hips.
"Ollyyyyy~ You looked a little hot."
Sleepy Olly was out like a light. It had been days since he had last slept.
Watches him for a little while before going to make him a sandwich like a good housewife.
The witch was already dozing off, humming in his sleep.
"Your projects actually help people..." He gently pet Olruggio's hair. "Rest now."
"Yours are equally as amazing, even better." He said seriously, smiling weakly, before nodding and closing his eyes. He had to rest now.
"I know you get very into your projects. I do it too, though mine aren't as fantastic as yours, my dear friend." He smiled gently. "Just rest. I'll bring some fresh juice and a sandwich."
He unconsciously leaned into the touch, nodding. "You're right. I've been stupid." Sigh.
"No need to apologise, I'm just hoping that you realise now that you do need to take a break and rest, okay?" He gently cupped Olruggio's cheeks.
He nodded. Of course. How could he doubt Qifrey? Taking a deep breath. "Sorry."
"You think too little of me," He placed a hand on his chest. "I do not snoop." He technically didn't snoop, he just happened to see the designs once the notebook fell.
He sighed and looked away. "I'm working on something important... That I'm sure you saw." He was convinced the other had seen his blueprints.
"You passed out because you've been overworking yourself in this heat," He chastised softly. Qifrey was pretending he never looked at the notebook.
"What happened?" He asked, ever so confused. Then he noticed the notebook and once again... he froze.
"Oh, thank goodness you're awake. Just rest, don't move too fast, my dear."
It didn't take too long before his eyes slowly cracked open. Groaning, he looked around and froze when he saw Qifrey.
Qifrey looked to the notebook in surprise, before gently gathering the notes and placing it on the table beside Olruggio. He gently pet his hair, still applying cold compress.
The witch was out cold, obviously too exhausted from too many nights spent working in the heat. His notebook had dropped when he'd fallen down, revealing the plans of what he'd been working on. Glasses for Qifrey, ones that would help with the light and with how blurry things were becoming -
"Olly-" He caught him before he hit the ground, laying him on the couch and gently fetching a cloth and some cool water to dab on him. "My goodness..."
Scratch the "about to" part. Olly just collapsed off of his seat.
"Olly... I am telling you to rest. I don't mind waiting longer for whatever you have planned, okay? You're about to pass out."
"You are not a client indeed. You're... So much more than that." Deep shaky breath.
"You have to take care of yourself too. I am not a client, I will not rush you."
"I'm aware. Doesn't mean I won't do it." He whispered, voice breaking.
He looked surprised. "Oh, Olly... you know I wouldn't ask you to work yourself half to death for my sake.."
"I'll be fine. I... I just need to finish it now. It's... It's important. It's for... You." He looked away.
"I know, but I'm not the one who is currently working on something that could go wrong if you're too tired to make sure everything is safe."
"Neither have you, Qifrey." A loud sigh, rubbing his face and trying not to faint.
"Your work can wait. You need to rest, I bet you haven't been sleeping lately either."
Gently, he followed the other's orders, drinking slowly. Looking down, he sighed. "I really need to get back to work."
He placed Olruggio on the couch, before grabbing a cup of water for him. "Drink. Slow sips."
Grumbling, Olly tries to break free, but is too weak to do so. "Qifrey please." Oh. There's despair in that voice.
He's quick to catch the man, holding him up. "Sure you're fine..." He sighed, heaving up the man with surprising strength to take him downstairs, where it's cooler.
"And you're poking your nose in things you shouldn't. I'm fi-" Swaying. Maybe not.
Qifrey jolted in surprise at the slight aggression. "See? You definitely need a break. You're being quite the grouch today."
He put his pen down, quite violently. "That really is the pot calling the kettle black." He stood. "Coming from you that's just rich."
"You are setting a terrible example to the girls by not taking care of yourself, Olly. How could you do this to us?"
"... Are you scolding me? What am I, 6?" He scoffed, glancing at the other. "I'm fine, Qifrey."
"Olruggio." Ooo, using the full name. "You /need/ to drink something. You're going to faint."
"Can't. I'm busy, Qifrey." Focused on his spell, sweat rolling down his face.
"Olly? You need to take rest breaks, come down and get something to drink."
He's suffering from the heat. Wiping his forehead as he works in his office, feeling faint. He hasn't been drinking enough water.
List them. Let's see if we have some in common.
I am not sure~ I have too many options, haha~
I'm glad I am too. Anything you're craving?
Indeed~ I am so glad you're helping me.
( Going through all the food placed there, Olly smiled softly. ) So many possibilities...
(He shows Olruggio the table, covered with baskets and many foods, all fresh and ready to be cooked) Here we are~
(Tagging along silently, a soft smile on his features.) Alright, show me.
Mhm~ It is so nice to see~ Oh? Why don't you come around and have a look? (gently takes his hand to lead him to the kitchen)
You're welcome, Qifrey. They really are, aren't they? Oh, do tell.
Thank you, dear friend~ The people in Kahln are so generous. I have a veritable variety of delicious things~
I'll help with that. Let's work together.
Yes, good~ I can use up some of our ingredients and cook up a small feast~