Don't Want to Talk → Broderick Bode & Ashley Godfrey

[Thorfinn Rowle]

"I -" she protested weakly, "I haven't been able to eat in weeks." She finally admitted, too weak to explain properly. "Don't bother."

"Thanks." He said sleepily, planting a soft kiss to her waist, as close as he could reach. He closed his eyes again for a second & then drank a bit more soup. "This is good. Did you make it?"

[Ashley Godfrey]

Broderick raised his eyebrows and watched her for a moment "why?" he asked sternly. 

Ashley smiled brightly and nodded sweetly "umhmm" she chimed out happily blush still lingering on her cheeks from when he kissed her thigh. 

[Thorfinn Rowle]

"None of your business?" her tone had an upward inflection to it - it sounded outright bratty. Which would have been annoying, except it was the most teenage-girl-like she'd sounded probably since she'd met him.

"Can I hire you. As a personal.. cook.." he slumped down a little more, setting the mug aside softly again.

[Ashley Godfrey]

Broderick snorted at her tone and snickered "umhmm right. oh my gosh I am just sooooo sorry" he commented condescendingly.

Ashley grinned at him her cheeks remaining red as she gently nudged him then whispered affectionately "I will cook for you whenever you want me to" she peeked down at him biting on her lower lip softly eyes wide and hopeful "even if you aren't sick anymore" she mumbled affectionately as she stroked his hair. 

[Thorfinn Rowle]

Tiffany narrowed her eyes & slumped against the headboard a little. "Whatever." she turned & looked out the window as the sun began setting high in the sky. She almost resented Ashley, innocently in the other room - she actually got to go back to school & be normal the next day.

"I hate being sick." he pouted, his lower lip jutting out slightly as he closed his eyes, squirming across the bed fully & resting his head against the tops of her thighs contently. "I think I'm dying of the plague." he informed her dramatically, eyes closed.

[Ashley Godfrey]

Broderick sighed deeply and put his hands on his hips "I'll get you some soup just incase" he mumbled softly then disappeared from the room looking concerned yet again. 

Ashley giggled and shook her head "you are not dying Thorfinn but you are painfully overdramatic" gazing at him adoringly she brushed her finger tips down his cheek and under his chin landing on his shoulder massaging it gently. 

[Thorfinn Rowle]

Tiff glanced up at him again as he left, chewing on her lip curiously. She knew the whole idea of him not wanting to die in her house - even him caring a bit about her beyond having to have his place fumigated. But she still didn't understand this level of it. Not for someone that wasn't his own blood.

"Don't make fun of me-eee." he snickered & squirmed pitifully like a little kid, whining a little, then humming & relaxing when she started massaging at his shoulder, deciding she was forgiven, clearly.

[Ashley Godfrey]

Ashley grinned and shook her head with a roll of her eyes continuing to to massaging his shoulder "I'm sorry" she mumbled softly then snuggled up against him her body squirming down until she was tucked under his chin and her chest was pressed to his her own eyes closing.

Broderick stepped back into the room moments later and sat some soup down on the bed side table then stepped back his hands once again on his hips "do you need anything else? another blanket? the window open? ....a lobotomy?" 

[Thorfinn Rowle]

"You're sure you're not gonna get sick?" he mumbled into her hair, one arm slipping around her.

Tiffany closed her eyes & turned her head to his direction slowly. "Energy potion or a mid-size mammal tranquilizer, take your pick."

[Ashley Godfrey]

Broderick frowned and shook his head "I don't have ethier I guess you will just have to lay here and let your body rest" he shrugged and turned on his heel swiftly to exit. 

Ashley smiled as she felt his arm around her shaking her head "I wont get sick I had them when I was little, don't worry" she shifted her eyes then leaned in and whispered softly "I'm all yours" 

[Thorfinn Rowle]

"Wait." Tiffany's voice was sharp, cutting through the room like a blade. Her eyes widened pathetically, her tongue darting out to trace over her chapping lips uselessly. She couldn't sit alone in this room, so like so many she'd raided before. Not in the dark, by herself. Not with everything that was haunting her.

He exhaled softly into her hair, body relaxing under her noticably before he stretched like a content cat & mumbled, "I'm not gonna sleep through the night if I sleep now."

[Ashley Godfrey]

Ashley peeked up at him from where she was snuggled against him and smiled "sure you will, your super tired from being sick you could probably sleep th entire day and night and it will make you feel better" she nodded then let her eyes close again nuzzling into him. 

Broderick paused instantly and cocked a curious eyebrow "yessss?"

[Thorfinn Rowle]

Yawning & stretching, he nodded, deciding she was right, & scratched fussily at his chest, then inner arms, then chest again, clearly having triggered himself into another itching frenzy.

"I- you don't have to leave." she mumbled, looking genuinely almost frightened.

[Ashley Godfrey]

Broderick smiled at her warmly and nodded, taking a seat on the foot of the bed he gently massaged her feet trying to help her relax. 

Ashley bit on her lower lip trying not to smile then softly took his hands and shook her head "stop it" she mumbled affectionately "don't make me put oven mitts on you" 

[Thorfinn Rowle]

"I'd like to see you try." He mumbled challengingly, peeking one eye open, though he did as she asked & stilled his hands, before wriggling a little, trying to get some kind of friction on his back to stop the itch.

Blushing & tensing up shyly for a moment, Tiff bit down on her lip & relaxed her legs into his lap a little more, letting out a quiet sigh. "M'so itchy." She complained weakly.