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[a_sin_for_him]

[Lust doesn't look quite as put together as she normally does. She's barely wearing any makeup, and her hair's pulled up in a haphazard bun. She's wrapped in a blanket on her couch, gripping a mug of tea, with her shiny houndour and ninetales curled up with her. This is an entirely new experience for her, and not a pleasant one.]

Everything hurts and I can barely breathe. I had a slight headache last night, when I woke up I felt as though a Snorlax spent the night lying on me.

[And she thinks she may have a fever, but she hasn't worked up the courage to take her temperature yet. Fevers are never good.]

It hasn't gotten any better. Can I take something for this at home, or do I need to haul myself to one of those indistinguishable nurses?

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[a_sin_for_him]

"You're never going to touch me again."

The words came out a pathetic mumble. Lust was too feverish and exhausted to think straight. But how could he possibly put his arms around her with the memory of that in his mind? This was the antithesis of attraction! She was barely even human at this point, just a meaty, reeking sack of projectile waste!

[envy_the_sinners]

...

"What?"

Scar was in the process of initial damage control when he shot Lust a confused frown. She said a lot of things that didn't make any sense when she was fevered, but this was just confusing.

[a_sin_for_him]

"I'm disgusting! This is the antithesis of appealing! You're...cleaning my waste..."

This was like some hellish anathema meted out by an angry god. He was already hesitant to touch her and now he had every reason to shy away from it. She might vomit on him again.

It all made sense in her exhausted, overheated mind.

[envy_the_sinners]

"It is hardly waste." Scar glanced at his soiled shirt, still completely unaffected. It was only a few minutes' inconvenience. He had been covered in substances far more disgusting. He pulled another nightgown from her closet, holding it out for her to take.

"Wash yourself. I will remain outside and talk to you." After he changed his shirt.

[a_sin_for_him]

Lust mumbled a protest as she took the nightgown, feeling more filthy with every movement. But she stumbled to the shower, managing to clean herself up as best she could while sitting under the spray of water. Standing for that long wasn't happening, and this wasn't the sort of mess she could bathe away.

Every so often there was a pitiful whine or noise of distress through the door as Lust cleaned herself up.