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Intermission: Do Not Feed After Midnight
Linkara hobbled down the stairs slowly. This had been difficult just with his crutches, but now with the added difficulty of trying to carry a bag, it had taken him almost twice as long. He didn't even try to open the heavy steel door, and just thumped it with a crutch. "It's me! Open the door, would you?" There was an annoyed noise from the other side of the door, and then it swung open.
"I take it you won the battle, then?" Dr.Insano sounded disinterested, but his next question did seem a little worried. "Where's Spoony? Don't tell me he managed to get himself killed now."
"He's fine," Linkara reassured him. "We only suffered one casualty, and some wounded. Nothing we can't handle upstairs, though. Spoony's busy cleaning up the bodies of the enemies, an I figured ... Well, he seemed not to want company, I'm no help lugging bodies, and I wasn't sure when you'd last had anything to eat. I don't think Spoony'll remember before tomorrow, anyway, so ..." He shrugged and handed over the bag.
"Thank you, I guess," Dr.Insano mumbled. He cast a quick glance inside the bag.
Sandwiches and instant soup weren't much to get excited about, Linkara realised, but there'd been no hot food tonight, and he wouldn't have been able to carry a plate down anyway. But the other man ignored the food altogether, instead extracting one of the cans of Red Bull, opening it, and downing half of it in one go. He put the bag down on a corner of the metal table, and apparently promptly forgot its existence.
"How's your leg?" Linkara blinked at the rather sudden question. His brain caught up after a moment, and he resisted the impulse to slap his forehead. He knew they'd forgotten about something when they were down there ... had that really been just earlier the same day? He gave the scientist a sheepish look.
"Actually, um, what with one thing and another, and then the attacks, we forgot to tell you ..."
"You got it infected, didn't you?" It sounded accusatory.
"It's not like I did it on purpose," Linkara protested. "But yes. And yes, I have a fever," he quickly added, before he could find himself in the strange and awkward position of having his forehead felt by his (former?) arch nemesis.
"Typical," Insano sighed. "Right, up on the table, and let me see. Honestly, why did I even bother, if you’re going to turn around and undo all my hard work?" After a few moments of painful prodding, he went on, "It's not too bad, luckily. Here," handing Linkara a box of pills. "Two of those, three ties a day, until I tell you otherwise. I assume you'll be down here with the other nuisance every other day, no?"
"Probably," Linkara said, and wondered to himself how often Spoony actually did come down here. It couldn't actually be that often, if no one else in the compound had ever noticed him missing.
"Fabulous," Insano sighed sarcastically. "Well, just try and take care of your leg, in the meantime."
"You're one to talk about taking care of yourself," Linkara pointed out. "When was the last time you actually ate? Or slept?"
He got an eyeroll in return, and the scientist reached into the bag for a sandwich, and took a bite. "Happy?" He said around a mouthful of bread.
"Very," Linkara replied, and got up off the table. He really should get back up before anyone noticed him missing. "Seriously, though, you should get some sleep, too. Might clear your mind, you know."
Insano didn't reply, and Linkara shrugged and started up the stairs again. If the mad scientist wanted to work until he literally collapsed, who was he to stop the man, really?
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(Sorry, this is such a fantastic story, it deserves more than a single word of praise, but it's so danged hard to articulate compliments at this time of night, after a tough game of soccer, a really long week, and not having eaten nearly enough food today. I'm sorry.)
I'm no help lugging bodies, and I wasn't sure when you'd last had anything to eat. I don't think Spoony'll remember before tomorrow, anyway, so ..." He shrugged and handed over the bag.
"Thank you, I guess," Dr.Insano mumbled. He cast a quick glance inside the bag.
*wibbles* Auuuuuuuw!
"It's not like I did it on purpose," Linkara protested. "But yes. And yes, I have a fever," he quickly added, before he could find himself in the strange and awkward position of having his forehead felt by his (former?) arch nemesis.
*giggles* But Linkara, it would provide for such squee-tastic fanart!
"Typical," Insano sighed. "Right, up on the table, and let me see. Honestly, why did I even bother, if you’re going to turn around and undo all my hard work?" After a few moments of painful prodding, he went on, "It's not too bad, luckily. Here," handing Linkara a box of pills. "Two of those, three ties a day, until I tell you otherwise. I assume you'll be down here with the other nuisance every other day, no?"
*smiles a sunny smile* I can't help it, I'm such a hopeless romantic ...
"You're one to talk about taking care of yourself," Linkara pointed out. "When was the last time you actually ate? Or slept?"
*SQUEE* Sorry, but 'awwww, he CARES! Eeeeeee!' and all that ...
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Dude, "squee" is a totally acceptable reaction as far as I'm concerned. :D *snuggles*
*wibbles* Auuuuuuuw!
I KNOW! I swear, half my time writing this damn story was spent glaring at Dr. Insano for making me feel sorry for him. Poor, wibbly mad scientist. D:
*giggles* But Linkara, it would provide for such squee-tastic fanart!
I actually did consider having Insano feel Linkara's forehead, but then Insano got all weird about touching people. *eyes him funnily*
*smiles a sunny smile* I can't help it, I'm such a hopeless romantic ...
Never apologise for seeing subtext in fic! Even if it wasn't deliberate, I'd approve, and in this case, it wasn't even subtext, as such. :D (As opposed to my heavy hints back later on, mostly directed at emeriin, that the Critic and That Guy totally had sex during their year at ground zero. Eheheheh.)
*SQUEE* Sorry, but 'awwww, he CARES! Eeeeeee!' and all that ...
He totally does! And is probably a bit weirded out by that, but really, Insano is being an extreme woobie, here.
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Oh good ... *SQUEES to the fifth power* (hurray, snuggles!)
I KNOW! I swear, half my time writing this damn story was spent glaring at Dr. Insano for making me feel sorry for him. Poor, wibbly mad scientist. D:
He's sneaky like that ... *shakes head*
I actually did consider having Insano feel Linkara's forehead, but then Insano got all weird about touching people. *eyes him funnily*
Yeah, he probably hasn't seen anyone but Spoony for about a year, and before that he wasn't exactly a social butterfly ... I'd have squeed if he'd felt Linkara's forehead, but it would also have seemed a bit out of character.
Never apologise for seeing subtext in fic! Even if it wasn't deliberate, I'd approve, and in this case, it wasn't even subtext, as such. :D
Insano is caring for Linkara: I cry slash! (I don't have slash goggles, I have slash EYEBALLS.)
(As opposed to my heavy hints back later on, mostly directed at emeriin, that the Critic and That Guy totally had sex during their year at ground zero. Eheheheh.)
Oh, they totally did! (And I can't wait until emeriin writes it ... you know she will.)
He totally does! And is probably a bit weirded out by that, but really, Insano is being an extreme woobie, here.
It's a post-apocalyptic world: people realize what really matters to them, shocking though it might be. (That's one of the things I love about post-apocalyptic stories, social-conventions are shattered and people don't act like they used to. It's very interesting to me.)
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She totally will; she's way too easy. *cackles*
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Oh, Jesus. Have I already got a reputation? ;)
(In my very small defence, I would have never thought that this fricking pairing would become my OTP. It just kind of... happened.)
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There's nothing wrong with being predictable, honey. :D
(In my very small defence, I would have never thought that this fricking pairing would become my OTP. It just kind of... happened.)
And we love you for it! <3
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Yes. A very small one, but a reputation all the same.
(In my very small defence, I would have never thought that this fricking pairing would become my OTP. It just kind of... happened.)
Much like this fandom, actually ... I never thought it would grow into a comm, I just wanted to give people a good fic alternative to ... that other fic out there. Rule 34 should have a clause that means that if the only fic is a horrible fic, there ought to be a good one too. I was just trying to keep the balance of the universe, look what happened!
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I think the fact that the female reviewers are so friggin' awesome will cut down significantly on the contingent that tend to make female characters bitchy shrews.
And as for Mary-Sues, we can only hope that everyone can get their fix with purple_fruit's awesome self-inserts.
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(Also, I have my katana if things get rough ... take that, homophobic trolls! Whuh-cha!)
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Also, awesome! I have a sword and a longbow going spare for anyone who has no weapon, so we should be able to hold our own against any invasion.
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I'll make the sandwiches! And my mother will send cookies to keep morale high!
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