[ OPEN + CLOSED PROMPTS ] I COULD LIFT YOU UP.

[sunderings]

Who: Solange "Sol" Aster (Sion Astal) & You!
When: 05/19 - 05/21
Where: The dormitories, city park, and a music room!
What: Weekend activities to include: using cupcakes to solicit community involvement, losing track of assignments in need of grading on a blustery day, and being overly affable in public.

❶ And there, atop the stainless steel of a countertop used many a time to house impromptu study-sessions and dinner parties, lies...!
❷ The decision is yours, good samaritan: will you aid him?

Comments

[blackdogdown]

Haha, what sort of website's are you on to get a virus, Sol? [An eyebrow is raised, a question asked, but Gut's brushes it off as his head pangs. Wow its like that thought is just...brushed away. Besides, its freaking Sol. He probably has other reasons.

Of course that momentary lapse in thought is overruled because of course Sol just keeps going. ]

Others. Like do you mean with th- [His teeth clack together with a hiss as his headache redoubles. The thought, does Sol have that app to? lies out of his reach, a jolt of pain dissuading him from fully grasping it. Instead of continuing the conversation, he reaches into a glove compartment and tosses Sol some painkillers. ]

Here. These have been helping, but not as much as they should.

[sunderings]

[ Catching the bottle at the last second—almost, he'd missed it, the sudden onset of the headache blurring his vision—Sol nods in silence, grateful as he uncaps the painkillers (ibuprofen?), and takes the recommended dosage (two pills). In all his academic career (including scores of all-nighters and early mornings), he's never experienced tension to the point of restricted movement and muddled thoughts, the pain creeping its way from behind the eyes, to the temples, then down his neck the more he struggles to maintain his line of thinking.

Viruses, others, too many questions, it must be... ]

Tutoring. I frequent online tutoring websites, giving advice to others.

[ Ever so slowly, he shifts back, turning so that his forehead might touch to the leather of the seat, the material oddly cool against the skin. ]

Thank you. [ —he reaches out, offering the bottle back. ] I really have had one too many late nights, I think.

[ … ]

Would you think less of me, if I were to tell you I felt like resting right now?

[blackdogdown]

[Wow. Sounds like someones never been hungover before. What a goody two shoes. Sure Gut's has had perhaps what might be called a torrid youth, but it saddled him with a high pain tolerance and a large supply of painkillers. Guts reaches for the bottle himself and chokes down four of the things. Yeah he's passing out after this. ]

Course you-ack haha do. [Its hard to swallow pills and laugh at the same time, but he does it. Ow. ]

Why do you care what I think? If your not gonna stop me from taking my next nap, you can do what you want.

[sunderings]

[ Hungover, someone like Solange Aster, a well-respected and well-accomplished member of the collegiate community who maintains not only his personal Dean's list placement, but aids other students in achieving their goals as well...? No, never him. Despite having grown up abroad, and in a country where the legal age to drink wine and beer is a mere 16 years of age, Solange has never cared for alcohol, and most certainly has never before been inebriated. Which is why...

The migraine is a pain, though not enough of one to prevent him from reaching out, shoving Gabe's arm when his companion (now compatriot?) begins to cough and laugh and somehow still swallow the medication down. ]

Be careful.

[ Shifting, Solange seeks out the most comfortable position he is able, winding up on his side with his hair pillowed beneath his head. ]

If I may do what I please, I'm--... [ Slowly, he allows for his eyes to fall closed, lashes fanning against his cheek. ] ...going to nap with you.

[ And that's that. ]

But you musn't tell another soul that their RA skipped his own afternoon class.

[blackdogdown]

[ Honestly, Gabe never liked it much either but that doesn't mean he didn't try once or twice. Sol needs to live a little.

He shakes his head. ]

'm fine. Bleugh. [He shakes his head like he could shrug off this headache and signs, lying back. ]

No promises. You shouldn't care so much anyway. Everyone skips.