014 x 410 // video // the man your man could smell like

[dignity_misery]

[The video, unfortunately, begins while the device is in the throes of being chewed on heartily by a teething puppy. Rex has gotten hold of the phone in Carla's... indisposition. He spends a few moments gnawing away at it, but the experience is not overly satisfying to him, and so he picks the phone back up, trotting along across hardwood floors with a click-click-click of claws to nudge his way into the main bedroom.

It's dark in there, and very still, at least until the woman in the bed rolls over with a groan, spilling off the side of the bed to lean over a strategically located trashcan ready to accept the thin stream of bile she heaves up, long hair scooped back from her face in one hand.

Yes, thank you, Rex. Everyone wanted to see that. The mutt sets the phone down on the floor beside the trashcan before sitting down and waiting to be praised for his good deed. Carla does not oblige him, she's buried her face back down into the mattress with an exhausted murmur. All she can be bothered to do is reach over blindly and pat the dog on the head a few times before her hand falls back down limply.]



[[ooc; and then that (wo)man your (wo)man could smell like triggered a migraine in an ex-zombie with a heightened sense of smell. It started on the subway, if you'd like to have witnessed her being debilitated in public. Estelle got her sorry ass home. Nurse Bunny may appear if she wishes o7]]

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[blonderazorshiv]

[ Guess who's suddenly glad he was kicked out of the house. ]

You try plugging your nose?

[dignity_misery]

[The vomiting comes in cycles, the pounding in her head raising to a crescendo until she heaves and feels almost human for a bit until it starts again.]

Fuck you.

[blonderazorshiv]

That would smell better.

Seriously, try plugging it.

[dignity_misery]

It would smell like gasoline and spunk.

[Grumble grumble grumble. She curls into a ball under the blankets, making a little mask out of the fabric and putting it over her face.]

[blonderazorshiv]

Gasoline doesn't smell that bad. You could always bury your face into Rex's fur, see if that smells any better.

[dignity_misery]

[Speaking of Rex, he hears his name and promptly puts his nose into the conversation, putting his paws on the bed to investigate the device in Carla's hand.]

His shampoo smells like coconuts. But it's not-- [She grimaces as the pain starts blooming between her eyes again.] As strong as everything else.

[She doesn't get sick. It just doesn't happen. This is ridiculous.]

[blonderazorshiv]

[ There's a bit of a chuckle for the nosy wolf. ] Hey boy.

Could take the edge of, maybe. [ Yeah, he's talking out of his ass. ]

[dignity_misery]

Don't-- [Encourage him, is where she was going with that, but it's too late, Rex has taken that as invitation to finish his jump onto the bed, curling up next to her.]

It's been hours.

[Why won't it stop 8(]

[blonderazorshiv]

[ Well, at least Rex is a distraction from the pain behind her temples. Maybe. ]

Did you take anything for it?

[dignity_misery]

[She nods. She normally wouldn't, but she didn't normally have this happen to her either.]

Assuming they stayed down.

[She was only going to do so much picking at the bottom of that trashcan, Blonde. That amount was also known as 'none.']

[blonderazorshiv]

They probably didn't.

Try a soda, see if that'll settle your stomach.

[dignity_misery]

[She's about to say something when Rex scoots forward stealthily on his paws and licks the back her hand, the one hold the blanket clutched over her face. It curbs whatever complaint she was about to make.]

Bring some back.

[ 8( just stay out of the bedroom. Bunny can bring it in.]

[blonderazorshiv]

Sure. Have a favorite?

[ He'll probably get his favorites, but he can grab something -- or more of something -- for her, too. ]

[synanthrope]

Dogs.

[dignity_misery]

He's not the stupidest dog I've met.

[She knows that's of no particular interest to Saya, she doesn't live with the thing.]

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[worldofourown]

The City does smell rather ripe today.

[synanthrope]

That's not exactly a selling point.

[dignity_misery]

[That's right, Mr. Blonde. You get those groceries. She's so spoiled.]

It doesn't matter.

[She's too drained to care, she just wants her head to stop throbbing. She can feel it in her teeth, all the way down her body.]

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[dignity_misery]

I was on the subway.

[It had been hard to breathe, and everything had gone downhill from there.]

[dignity_misery]

He's been training well.

[He didn't mind hanging out with her at midnight and practicing his commands.]

[synanthrope]

Are you honestly pleased about that?

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[worldofourown]

You could try holding a scented handkerchief to your nose. Like the ladies of old would do.

[But considering how overwhelmingly smelly it is today, that'd be a temporary solution.]

[dignity_misery]

Pleased is a strong word, Saya.

[synanthrope]

I would imagine having a dog would require strong emotions.

[dignity_misery]

[Oh god. Carla makes a soft, uncomfortable sound.]

What's to be emotional about...

[The dog is a byproduct.]