[Initially, Claude had been reluctant to get his shots at the same time as Dimitri. He'd assumed that Felix would want to take care of Sylvain, and vice versa, and thus naturally he should look after Dimitri (and possibly vice versa) in turn. He'd been surprised - and, admittedly, a little touched - at his boyfriends pushing him to do otherwise. Dimitri had wanted him there to reassure him, and Sylvain had asked for the chance to take care of Claude while he's sick. (Grant, of course, would be making sure they're all okay either way, and Felix...well, he's not thrilled with any of this.) So Claude had agreed, because there are few men harder to say no to than Dimitri and Sylvain. Besides, he'd rationalized, the sickness probably wouldn't be that bad. He's a much hardier guy than he looks, and good at acting fine even when he's not. He might well be able to take care of Dimitri anyway!
That isn't quite how things have panned out.]
A - Shiver Me Timburrs
[Claude has come down with a very definite fever in the wake of his vaccinations. This has - as it does for many people - wrecked his ability to temperature regulate.
Considering Claude is a man from the desert, used to arid heat, who groans about the cold of winter even on a regular day? This is a problem.
Perhaps no one has yet discovered Claude has caught the chills, or maybe someone only just left. (Possibly to post a letter by Pidgeot.) Either way, when you come in to check on Claude, what you actually find is a big fluffy dog - Remis - taking up practically the entire bed. Buried in his fur(actually beneath Remis' carefully folded paws, as he tries to hold his trainer as best he can with the size differential), Claude is trying to leech as much warmth out of one of his few fire pokémon as he can. He's also shivering violently, too preoccupied with that and his own chattering teeth to think of much of anything except trying to get warm.
Remis, seeing a human, whines at you. His best efforts nonetheless don't seem to be very effective. You can help his trainer, right?]
B - Teasting Patience
[When not trying to vibrate to another dimension in his sickness, Claude is actually trying to carry on as normal, despite how ill-advised this is. He argues that this is definitely different from the other patients who insist on doing things they shouldn't while sick - not very well, though, since the brain fog of being sick is severely hampering his articulation and debate skills - because, see, he is the one doing it. And he's totally fine. Definitely.
That's why Claude is currently, instead of being in bed, trying to make tea for Dimitri. This is definitely a thing he can and should be doing, here. He's even got the honey Kazuki sent! Surely a sick man wouldn't think of that. Absolutely, perfectly fine.
Except someone has either decided to sabotage Claude on purpose out of concern, or is just making itself a nuisance for fun because ghost types are like that. Boden the Polteageist keeps moving things around the kitchen, turning off the burners whenever Claude turns them on, and - like right now - sneaking itself in place of the actual teapot, which only vaguely resembles it to begin with but which Claude is a little too out of it to pay attention to.
Currently, Claude is resignedly holding the teapot up in the air, looking at the spout which nothing is coming out of.] Look, I know it's you. Will you please just let me make tea?
March 9-12, OTA
That isn't quite how things have panned out.]
A - Shiver Me Timburrs
[Claude has come down with a very definite fever in the wake of his vaccinations. This has - as it does for many people - wrecked his ability to temperature regulate.
Considering Claude is a man from the desert, used to arid heat, who groans about the cold of winter even on a regular day? This is a problem.
Perhaps no one has yet discovered Claude has caught the chills, or maybe someone only just left. (Possibly to post a letter by Pidgeot.) Either way, when you come in to check on Claude, what you actually find is a big fluffy dog - Remis - taking up practically the entire bed. Buried in his fur(actually beneath Remis' carefully folded paws, as he tries to hold his trainer as best he can with the size differential), Claude is trying to leech as much warmth out of one of his few fire pokémon as he can. He's also shivering violently, too preoccupied with that and his own chattering teeth to think of much of anything except trying to get warm.
Remis, seeing a human, whines at you. His best efforts nonetheless don't seem to be very effective. You can help his trainer, right?]
B - Teasting Patience
[When not trying to vibrate to another dimension in his sickness, Claude is actually trying to carry on as normal, despite how ill-advised this is. He argues that this is definitely different from the other patients who insist on doing things they shouldn't while sick - not very well, though, since the brain fog of being sick is severely hampering his articulation and debate skills - because, see, he is the one doing it. And he's totally fine. Definitely.
That's why Claude is currently, instead of being in bed, trying to make tea for Dimitri. This is definitely a thing he can and should be doing, here. He's even got the honey Kazuki sent! Surely a sick man wouldn't think of that. Absolutely, perfectly fine.
Except someone has either decided to sabotage Claude on purpose out of concern, or is just making itself a nuisance for fun because ghost types are like that. Boden the Polteageist keeps moving things around the kitchen, turning off the burners whenever Claude turns them on, and - like right now - sneaking itself in place of the actual teapot, which only vaguely resembles it to begin with but which Claude is a little too out of it to pay attention to.
Currently, Claude is resignedly holding the teapot up in the air, looking at the spout which nothing is coming out of.] Look, I know it's you. Will you please just let me make tea?
[A ghostly tongue raspberries from the spout.]
C - Wild
AreaCard[Bully the sick man in your own way, honestly]