Hurricane Drunk [Rem]

[Rem Tokimiya]

It was getting really late, but at least a lot of topics had been covered already. Rem did want to see this chocobo, Kimi, she always loved those birds but had never really seen a chick in her life. Sure she’d seen Chichiri a few times but not much, besides, that was Izana’s chocobo, Kimi was Ace and Machina’s chocobo, and especially since it was named after her, it needed to be seen by her, and she did appreciate it. Hopefully Machina wouldn’t be feeling too crappy tomorrow to be able to head down to the stables, but she doubted that really. In the morning, or whenever he decided to wake up, she imagined that it would be a rude awakening for him, feeling sickly and having a killer headache, at least that’s what her idea of a hangover was. She’d be up and ready to help him and take care of him if he needed it, like any good friend would, or rather, girlfriend at this point in time. Even if Machina had been buzzed when he asked her, she knew he was speaking true words. A drunk man’s words were a sober man’s thoughts and she had gladly thought it through once or twice before, that childish crush hadn’t exactly gone away.

Helping Machina to his feet and basically answering him in different words instead of just saying ‘yeah’, she smiled at him before being wrapped into a hug. She returned the embrace, wrapping her own arms around him and sighing quietly, it was time for bed though, even though she enjoyed the comfort of Machina next to her, it was best they both get some sleep, no use in staying up just to be cranky tomorrow right? After letting go of him and standing there, letting him get situated in her bed, she smiled and walked over to flick the light off. Eyeing Deuce’s bed, she knew the younger girl wouldn’t mind, even though the cuddly Machina would’ve been nice, he needed sleep, as did she. Walking back over after a few moments of gazing around the room, Rem moved one of her blankets up over Machina a bit more like some sort of motherly gesture, but really, she just wanted him to be comfortable and already he seemed to be asleep. “Goodnight, Machina.” So he was sleepy before, pfft, she knew it. With a yawn she lazily moved over towards Deuce’s bed and kicked off her slippers before crawling in and clutching against the pillow softly, snuggling herself into a cocoon of blankets and drifting off to sleep in a matter of minutes, Machina’s girlfriend proposal still in her head, leaving her with a smile upon her lips.

---------HOORAY NEXT MORNING!---------

Red eyes flickered open for a brief second to be met with a bright light. Closing her eyes shut, Rem groaned slightly, still extremely exhausted after last night’s events, in fact, it almost faded from her memory before she realized at the was in Deuce’s bed and not her own. Opening her eyes as she faced away from the wall where a window was brightly shining into her dorm room, she rubbed her eyes and sat up, throwing the blankets off her and turning to sit on the ledge of the bed. A huge yawn escaped her lips as she adjusted her pajamas – not that they were messed up in any way possible, she slept like a rock – and her eyes gazed at a clock, sending another groan from her lips as she slumped back against the bed and the pillow she’d thought was so comfortable. It was roughly 9 a.m. and she was still exhausted, no wonder though, she had a late night last night. She wondered how Machina was feeling and if he was even awake. She didn’t bother look over at her bed, she was too tired and lazy this morning to move. Her eyes closed as she pulled the pillow from under her head and put it over her face to block out the bright sun that was continuing to glare into her room. A horrible wakeup call if you ask me.

Sighing and pressing her hands at the sides of the pillow, she remained where she was, lazily laying against the bed and wanting to fall back asleep, but she was up, awake for the day even though she was completely tired and worn out. It was like her brain was refreshed but her body physically was on the verge of collapse. Why couldn’t she go back to sleep?! Damn that internal alarm clock of hers. With a muffled voice from under the pillow she called out to her temporary roommate. “Machina? Machina are you awake?” she waited for a minute, her hearing just as muffled as her voice was from under the pillow. Sighing she just decided that she’d figure out later what he was up to, if he was even awake…

…just…five more minutes please.

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Words:[/color] 941
Muse:[/color] Great!
Tagged:[/color] Machina
Wearing:[/color] >>Click!<<
Listening To:[/color] Fireflies: Owl City
Notes:[/color] Good luck to Machina and his hangover!

[Machina Kunagiri]

Machina was having a dream. He walked through a dark space, a cave he came to realise in time, although only by his touch on the rough stone walls. The blackness surrounding him allowed no sight. His ears rang however with the sound on metal on metal, loud enough to be painful in his ears. Machina kept walking though, because there was no other place to go. Gradually a bright light came into view along the tunnel, a glow of fire that grew brighter and brighter as he approached. It was a furnace with an anvil and work tables in front, all coming into view as he stepped closer. Then from nowhere, there appeared men. They looked a great deal like dwarves, thickly-built and muscular with beards and braided hair and some items of heavy armour, but they were huge, more like giants than dwarves. They towered over Machina, and grabbed his arms, forcing his head down onto an anvil. "No, don't hit me," he muttered into the waking world, but the dream dwarves ignored him, starting to pound methodically on his head with large mallets. 'We'll beat your head into a more pleasing shape,' one informed him in a surprisingly cultured voice, 'You'll leave here a more attractive man than you entered.' Machina found this rather offensive, "No, just make me taller. I like my face. Don't make it pointy." Fortunately these words were only spoken in his dream, not slipping out into real life. But the dwarves did not heed his words and kept hitting away with a pain that felt all too real. Actually it was really painful. He had to find a way to make them stop, he had to-

Machina woke up. The pillows and covers were up over his head and his feet were sticking out the bottom of the bed. He had the most terrible headache, it had chased him straight out of his dreams. In fact he felt pretty damn terrible. He was hot all over and he was sweating on his forehead, almost a cold sweat. His stomach was a disaster zone, his guts felt like they were tied in knots and his shoulders felt strained. There felt like there was a cut on his foot and he was sure his shins were bruised. What the hell was wrong with him? The only positive he could feel was that his bed smelt strangely nice this morning, in fact it smelt almost exactly like Rem.

Rem. Machina started to move, but this lit a new fire in his head and he collapsed back on the bed. "Ssmph," he groaned, pulling the covers off of his head and shoulders, then groaning again and shielding his eyes from the bright light coming in the window. All the memories of the night before had come flooding back to him. Well, not all of them, but the important ones in this room had. He had made an ass of himself, hadn't he? But, if he wasn't mistaken... Rem had agreed to actually be his girlfriend! Hope filled him, although it was dampened to a large extent by how horrible he was feeling physically. Machina was fairly confident he might be dying. Urgh, drinking, why had he done that again? It had seemed like such a good idea at the time... Where was Rem now? Had she had fled from his drunkenness and that whole conversation with her was just a hallucination from the alcohol. Machina wouldn't even be surprised if that was true. "Rem?" Oh etro, calling that one word felt like someone was pounding a steel spike through his head. "Rem, are you there?" he asked again in what was little more than a raspy whisper. He felt like he might throw up if he moved, but if he lay still all he had to contain was the pounding in his head. What he really needed was a drink of water. He might even feel well enough to get up and fetch it in five or six hours. Sleep was impossible, it must already be late morning and his need for sleep was not strong enough to overcome his illness. Somehow it was more effort to lie with his eyes shut - all he really felt up to was lying there and staring up at the ceiling of Rem's bedroom.

WORDS; 753
TAGGED; Rem!
MUSE; Good!
OUTFIT; Pants, that is all.
NOTES; Nope
LISTENING TO?; Gippeh's stalking meh D:

[Rem Tokimiya]

After a few minutes of not being able to drift back to sleep, Rem pushed herself up off the pillow and looked over at her own bed where Machina was laying. She wasn’t sure if he was awake, but she’d heard talking come from that side of the room. Shifting herself off the bed, Rem smoothed out her clothes and tidied up Deuce’s bed that she had borrowed last night, she was sure that the younger brunette had fallen asleep in Ace’s dorm, just as Machina had fallen asleep in theirs, it made sense to Rem. Folding her arms and slipping her slippers on, she moved around the room and just tidied up for a few moments before hearing her name. Machina’s voice didn’t sound pleasant, he must be feeling awful today. Rem knew hangovers were supposed to be sickening, though she didn’t know that from personal experience, simply rumors and things she’d seen over the course of a few years.

Turning around and trotting over towards her occupied bed, She folded her hands behind her back and gazed at Machina. He didn’t look so good, but that was to be expected. “I’m here.” She simply spoke with a nod before hesitating a moment. “How…are you feeling? Do you need anything?” she was curious, and she was pretty sure that heading down to the chocobo stables would have to wait for another day, but that was okay! She’d be fine just hanging around here and doing what she could to help Machina try and feel better. First thing she could do, she moved over to the window that was letting in far too much sunlight. Reaching up on her tippy toes, she pulled the curtain over and that darkened the room by a large degree, turning back and moving towards the bed again, Rem just hovered there for a moment, staring down at Machina and just waiting for any requests. A drink, food, or something. If she remembered correctly, some dry toast might be good, water, little sips of water at least…anything he needed, Nurse Rem would be there to take care of him!

“I can go get you some toast? Water? Are you cold or hot?” She really was concerned, and being sweet about it was what she was supposed to do right? She was after all…his girlfriend! Hopefully he remembered that, if not…well dang, she’d waited long enough for that, she’d simply ask about it later once he looked a little better. It made Rem wonder how the other boys were feeling right about now. Just as sickly looking and horrible? Or did some of them drink like fish and not get affected as bad? Shaking her head at the thought, she simply remained where she was, wanting to be as helpful as possible. If he didn’t need anything of course, she could always continue her small cleaning spree, or go grab some food for herself and return after awhile. She had darkened the room some, so maybe he could get some more sleep? She was tired, but compared to Machina, well, she couldn’t complain now could she? Probably not a wise choice.

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Words:[/color] 622
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Machina!
Wearing:[/color] Pj’s
Listening To:[/color] Paradise: Coldplay
Notes:[/color] Sorry for the shortishness?

[Machina Kunagiri]

Machina slept without dreaming, completely knocked out after his night of heavy drinking, but he came around gradually in the morning. Opening his heavy eyes, he was confused for a moment, but once he placed himself in his surroundings, he understood the situation. Machina squinted at Rem against the bright light coming through the window. His tousled hair was falling over his eyes, half his face still buried in the pillow that smelt of Rem. "I feel like someone like my head under a bus," Machina sighed, as his brain throbbed again. "I'd die if that wasn't too much effort." He gave Rem the puppy eyes at that point, "Can you white-Mage me?" he asked her. That was a vain hope, he knew fine well that hangovers could not be so easily cured, since you weren't actually hurt... you just felt terrible. Maybe that was some joke of Etro, to not allow hangovers to be washed away so easily. But hey, maybe it would... take the edge off.

"Some water maybe, please," he requested politely when Rem asked him if he wanted anything. Just being ill was no excuse for bad manners, especially towards Rem. "I'll be okay, I'm just a bit..." He couldn't quite find the appropriate word to finish that sentence, so he let it tail off into nothingness. Machina looked up at her properly after that, his expression slightly confused, "How did I get here anyway? I remember carrying Ace through the gates... and then sitting over there in the corner. Everything in between is gone." Then Machina smiled, despite his sore head and feeling sick. He still remembered the best bit though, thank Etro he remembered that. Rem had actually agreed to be his girlfriend! He hadn't just dreamt that, had he? It seemed too real to be a dream, even through the alcohol fog. Giving her a tired smile, Machina apologised, "Sorry for keeping you up all night. Not the best start as your boyfriend, mmm?" He was almost rather shy asking that, as if he half-expected her to turn around and deny it had happened, or ask she had only agreed at the time because he was drunk and she wanted him to go to sleep. Machina felt fairly confident that she would not do that, this was Rem after all, but he would still feel better once he had heard Rem say something girlfriend-related when he was stone-cold sober (though hungover) as opposed to drunk off his ass. Even still, Machina remembered the moment fairly well - it had been a significant point in the evening after all. Indeed, as a consequence it would doubtlessly prove the most significant event of the day.

Putting a hand over his eyes, gently rubbing his forehead, Machina groaned slightly, "What were we doing in a karaoke bar anyway?" Not that Rem could provide any answers to that at all, it wasn't as if she had been there with them, but memories were fading into his mind slowly. Machina had to question some of his actions thoroughly. The things you do when drinking... He glanced down at the floor of the bedroom and saw the feather boa still lying there. "Ah, the boa... I traded one of my shoes for that. I'm an idiot." Machina laughed lightly for a moment, but his headache didn't like that and came pounding back with a vengeance. Okay, okay, so no laughing. Just lie nice and quiet... He wondered how long he would need before he actually felt alright. Machina could easily imagine it would be tomorrow morning before he fully felt back to his usual self. Stupid drinking. Yet, he couldn't deny last night had been amazing. Maybe sometimes you just had to suffer for your fun. The only thing was that he had really wanted to take Rem to the chocobo stables this morning to see Kimi, but that wasn't going to happen until he felt up to walking. Maybe later he would feel sufficiently revived, otherwise they could always wait until tomorrow.

WORDS; 713
TAGGED; Rem
MUSE; Not bad!
OUTFIT; Jeans
NOTES; :3
LISTENING TO?; Nothing

[Rem Tokimiya]

Rem peered over at Machina with almost a concerned look, a gentle smile on her lips as she looked at him, giving her the puppy dog eyes was almost a crime. She couldn’t resist them, but being a white mage didn’t mean you could just get rid of crappy feelings whenever you wanted to, it just didn’t work that way. Still, she gave a small laugh through her lips before easing herself onto the very edge of the bed, placing her hands in her lap and trying to give Machina a hopeful look. “If it would do anything, I’d try to help. It might be able to help a little bit.” And with that thought, Rem brought one hand up and felt a tingle of magic around her hand before she cast a simple cure spell on Machina. It probably wouldn’t do much aside from ease the sick feeling down some, it was more for physical injuries, but who knows, magic did wonders these days. “Did that help any?” she asked tilting her head a bit and furrowing her brows, curious to know if anything had changed…if so, then…that was good!

Nodding, Rem stood to her feet and quickly retreated across the room to a small pitcher of water and a glass. Placing a few cubes of ice in it from a tiny dorm sized fridge and freezer, she poured some water and trotted back over towards Machina, extended the glass out to him with a smile, happy to be taking care of him. It was kind of fun, she’d do it for any of her friends, but Machina especially, call it…Rem being a good girlfriend. “I’m sure you will be, after some relaxation and resting.” She agreed with a nod as she clasped her hands over her chest and heart, like she always did. With a wide grin appearing on her face, she took a seat back on the edge of the bed again, her face and eyes full of amusement as she remembered him crawling into her and Deuce’s dorm. It was so silly and so entertaining, “Well, you called Deuce’s phone thinking it was mine, saying you were coming up. You landed on our doorstep with a mask, a hat, and of course…a feather boa.” She mused for a moment, before a few light laughs escaped her lips. She placed a hand towards her mouth and mentally chided herself to stop laughing.

Machina’s next comment brought a tiny pink tint to Rem’s cheeks as she continued to smile. “Don’t worry about it, Deuce and I were awake anyways. It wasn’t too bad. Kind of…adorable actually.” She said as the pink on her cheeks only brightened, but she started playing with the ends of her brown hair to sort of block that out, her eyes on her hands as the small shy smile remained on her lips. “I’m glad you remember that, Machina. I was almost worried that you’d forget the whole thing and then...well then I’d have to wait even longer for you to ask again.” She said poking his arm gently. Hopefully he would be feeling better soon, Rem hated to see or hear anyone feeling bad, and she’d stick around to help take care of him as much as she could, and should the magic be helping, maybe soon she could try and get him with another cure spell to help ease the edge off of this hangover of his.

A…Karaoke bar…

Rem blinked for a second, her face blank as she stared at Machina. She hadn’t heard much about the evening in regards to where they went, but the wide grin that crossed the brunette’s face was showing her amusement once more. Imagining all the boys of Class Zero in a karaoke bar…it was almost too good to be true. She wondered if any of them sang and made complete fools of themselves. She mentally chided herself once more, stopping herself before the laughs even wanted to appear. Following Machina’s gaze, she rested her eyes on the boa. “It makes for a great story though?” she added optimistically before hushing her tone, patting his arm slightly before feeling the need to ask “do you need anything else?” as she remained rather quiet, being respectful of the obvious headache he would be having. Nurse Rem to the rescue!

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Words:[/color] 841
Muse:[/color] Great!
Tagged:[/color] Machina
Wearing:[/color] Pajamas
Listening To:[/color] Something!
Notes:[/color] <333

[Machina Kunagiri]

Machina blinked as the usual sparkles of healing magic surrounded him briefly, then he looked up at Rem. She hadn't been all that hopeful about the effects of the healing magic on his hangover and if truth be told, neither had he. However, he let out a smile, "Actually, that does feel a tiny bit better. Thanks." It hadn't really stopped any of the pain as such, but maybe it had just taken a bit of the edge off his headache. He sipped the water she had brought him. He still felt pretty damn horrible, but he'd be fine. It was hard to feel sorry for yourself when you had just landed the girl of your dreams. And when drunk and acting like a fool too! She really must like him. So even a terrible hangover wasn't going to get him down today. He'd just have to wait it out and if he was lucky he might even sleep it off. Unfortunately it seemed like his brains had no more plans to go back to sleep. He just smiled as she called him adorable. Perhaps 'handsome' or 'strong' might have had a more manly ring to it, but he wasn't going to argue with 'adorable'. Partly because he knew Rem meant it in a 100% good way and also because however he acted, it was working for him. After all, girls like cute stuff, didn't they? So why not adorable men? If he could consider himself a man, which Machina fully did at seventeen. Others might argue otherwise. However, with war distant on the horizon, he'd have time enough yet to prove himself - unknown to him he had proven himself already in a thousand identical wars through time - but as he lay here with Rem, his mind couldn't be further from those thoughts. The worst thing on his mind right now was the pain in his head.

Machina shook his head slightly as Rem said she and Deuce had been awake anyway. "Well if you won't accept an apology, I'll give her one anyway. Leaving my messages on her phone... that's awkward." Machina didn't blush though, he could be proud at times and he wouldn't see himself made a fool of, but he was rarely embarrassed. It was one of his better qualities - he tended to be pretty shameless about everything and not care too much. Unless it involved Rem of course. Every man has something he considers holy. With a faintly naughty smile, he laughed, "It's a good thing I'm such a polite drunk, since Deuce had to hear everything." Polite might be a slight exaggeration of his drunken state, but it was true that he could have behaved a lot worse. Luckily Deuce didn't have to listen to any dirty messages from him - since she'd already bad to endure Ace's, any more might have killed her. Machina reached out and took her hand as she mentioned how happy she was that he remembered asking her out. It was nice to be able to finally do that. Like a proper boyfriend and girlfriend. "Trust me, whether last night had happened or not, you wouldn't have been waiting much longer. I don't think I could have held it in." He gave her a little half-grin at that, although then his brow slightly furrowed again because of his headache. Maybe he would have to try not talk so much. No promises on that though. Machina could be quite talkative when he wanted to be - especially when it was just him and Rem. They were old childhood friends, he knew her better than anybody. Probably including his own brother Izana.

Machina laughed and groaned slightly, "A great story... Hopefully that's how I think about it in a few days. I'm not sure it's a story for the grandkids though. 'Hey kids, did I ever tell you about the time the old man got drunk off his ass and partied with drag queens?' Doesn't quite have the right grandfatherly tone to it. Although," he added as if to reassure her, "I would be the coolest grandpa of all time." After he thought about this for a while, he smiled, "At least I can still remember how most of last night went though. I wonder how Ace is. I'm guessing Deuce must still be with him, since she didn't come back." Machina quirked his eyebrows suggestively at Rem just for fun, she'd probably give him a shove for that, although he knew better than that. Ace was way too ill for anything fun. And even if he hadn't been... it was Ace and Deuce! They'd have to go on at least 15 dates first. With chaperones! Like in old novels. Or maybe they would just have to get married. That's the only way it worked in Machina's head, but of courses he had not heard those voicemails. Rem, on the other hand, had. Machina grinned slightly at her, watching her through tired eyes, "Would you believe me for one second if I swore right now that I'm never going to drink again? Because I don't like to make promises I can't keep."

WORDS; 895
TAGGED; Rem
MUSE; Not bad
OUTFIT; Pants
NOTES; Finally
LISTENING TO?; Portal 2