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18. tweek and craig
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@lorelai

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lorelai eyes up here, sweetheart

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am9blunace: I am looking respectfully

nekkapwikd: she's so pretty omg

pokimanelol: you 💘💞💖💕💝💓💗
     ↳ lorelai: no you 💗💝💓💖💞💘💕

etherpapin: marry me?

ethanbde69: hmu bbg
     ↳ escoeee: why are you always here 🙏

nextawopa8: you 😻

corpse_husband: i am looking respectfully
     ↳ lorelai: do you wanna watch the russian thing with me rn?
     ↳ corpse_husband: aren't you still sick?
     ↳ lorelai: i'm built differenttttt

f3stnf3risu: wife me up

DISCORD !
19:52

INCOMING CALL FROM corpse !
✅ JOIN CALL ❌ DECLINE

"HI, CORPSEY," LORELAI GIGGLES, her strained voice breaking off near the end of her laughter and devolving into a ragged cough.

"Jesus," Corpse comments. "What happened to your voice?"

"I got worse."

So much worse, actually. When she woke up that morning, her voice had been entirely gone. After nursing a tea and sucking on a variety of different cough drops, Lorelai had finally regained the use of her voice, although it's all cracked and broken. She had also grown delirious during the day, a side effect of the head cold she's suffering from. It isn't a serious illness or anything, but she sounds like shit and her mind is an absolute jumble of thoughts.

"I can tell," Corpse says. His voice is calm and soothing, like the audible sensation of a warm hug. "Have you taken any medicine recently?"

Lorelai nods. Upon realizing he can't see her, she replies, "yeah, I have."

"Good," Corpse says, pausing, before continuing, "so, what's this about wanting to watch that Russian show with me?"

Lorelai pulls her knees up to her chest in her gaming chair as hyperactivity begins to start her fidgeting. "Yeah! Can we watch it? Please?"

"I thought it was too confusing last time," Corpse teases.

Lorelai rolls her eyes and tugs her hood over her head, the material going past her hairline and drooping over her eyes from how oversized it is on her. She had stolen it from Felix, after all. He's a good six inches taller than her and much more muscular. The sleeves droop past her fingers by a few inches, and the end of the hoodie touches the middle of her thighs. She looks a bit like a toddler, but she's comfortable and warm, so she doesn't really care.

"I'm fluent actually. I was born Russian; birthed from the vodka," Lorelai deadpans. "Came out with a shotgun singing Rasputin." She drops into a coughing fit again, tears springing to the corner of her eyes as she struggles for air.

"Breathe, Lorelai, breathe," Corpse says urgently, a worried and borderline panicked tone seeping into his words.

She takes a swig of water and forces it down her throat. "I'm good, sorry."

"Do you need to go to the hospital or something? Do you have Covid? Are you okay?" Corpse presses with obvious concern.

Lorelai nods. "I'm fine. I got tested yesterday. It's just a cold. Don't worry so much."

"How can I not worry when it sounds like you're literally coughing up a lung?" He asks with a lighter tone.

"Just don't."

The two young adults broke into giggles and laughter. Maybe Lorelai's brain rot was spreading to Corpse. She could almost imagine a slimy pink little worm of brain rot sliding into her computer, flying across the world to his computer, and wiggling out into his ear; eventually infecting his brain with her brain rot.

What kind of fucking analogy was that? she asks herself. Brain, you good?

"I had a question for you, actually," Corpse finally says, breaking the silence that had filled their call once their laughs died off.

"Hit me."

"Oh?

"Shut the fuck up."

Corpse rolls his eyes. "Okay, but, do you want me to send you a hoodie? It'd be an early version of the merch I'm making right now. I thought it might be helpful since you apparently don't have enough sweatshirts to keep you warm."

Completely disregarding the sweatshirt currently keeping her warm, Lorelai asks, "really?"

"Yeah," Corpse says. "Would you like that?"

"I think I'd cry," she chuckles. "Wait, I didn't know you were making merch."

Corpse lifts a hand to the back of his neck and rubs sheepishly. "It's kind of a secret."

Red flushes Lorelai's cheeks. "When is it coming out?"

"Sometime in late December," he says. "I'm thinking maybe the twenty-fourth as a sort of early Christmas present for the fans."

Lorelai thinks it over, acknowledging fully that he was letting her in on a secret. It wasn't a big gesture, but it still makes her cheeks go warm. He trusts her, and that means the world to her.

"So can I send you one?" He asks again.

"Yes," Lorelai says almost a little too quickly. "I would love that."

Corpse smiles on his side of the call. "Great. I'll send it tomorrow. It should get there in, like, a week, maybe."

Lorelai's smile grew wider. He was going to send her his merch, and she could wear it. It'd be like having a physical piece of him with her. The love language test she took on call with Corpse a few weeks ago was suddenly seeming dubious. If gift giving was ranked last for her on the results list, why was her heart fluttering so much at the idea of Corpse sending her one of his sweatshirts?

A voice quickly reminds Lorelai that it's not directly his. Besides it being his merch, it isn't his. He won't have ever touched it, or worn it, or have done anything other than order it to her house.

Still, the thought alone of him doing that for her was making her heart beat in a syncopated tempo.

"Alright, let me pull the show up real quick," Corpse says, the noises of his mouse clicking from his side of the call filling the silence after his words.

Lorelai nods, curling inwards into the warmth of Felix's hoodie. A minute later, Corpse starts screen sharing in the call and Lorelai can see the set up of the Russian show she and Corpse had found a while ago. She wasn't sure why she wanted to watch the show so much, but she'd blamed the strange craving on her cold. Her mind really is all over the place today.

"We should learn Russian," Lorelai says fifteen minutes into their episode.

"Probably," Corpse replies. "Why is this so captivating?"

"I don't know," Lorelai replies.

But she does know. It had taken fifteen minutes of watching the show for her to realize that it wasn't about the content, but rather about spending time with each other. Whether it was them butchering Russian words they heard or making up lines for the people in the show, there was no hiding that the two of them were enjoying each other's company more than the show.

"Corpse, do you have any pets?" Lorelai asks. "You seem kind of like a cat person."

"I am," Corpse replies, "but I don't have one."

Lorelai nods. "What would you name one if you had one?"

"Bingus."

Lorelai rolls her eyes. "That's so predictable."

"And you? What would you name one?"

"Well, I had one," Lorelai says, "and his name is Fish. He's living with my brother right now."

Corpse cocks his head to the side on his end of the call. "You have a brother?"

"Yep," she smiles. "His name is Ryker, but we just call him Ry. He lives in Berlin right now doing some translator thing for a job."

"That's cool," Corpse replies. "Are you two close?"

Lorelai bites the inside of her cheek. "Kind of. We're closer than I am with my parents, but it's like he feels he needs to parent me since our actual parents didn't."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, I emancipated at seventeen, so Ry always felt he needed to constantly be there to look out for me," Lorelai answers. "It was kind of sweet, but it also got on my nerves being babied so much."

The people on their show broke into laughter, startling the two young adults from their conversation. Lorelai smiles as she watches the people talk in a much quicker pace than usual with large smiles on their faces.

"You ever gonna tell me why you live with Felix and Marzia?" Corpse asks.

Lorelai's smile falters. "I'd like to one day. I just don't know if I can yet. Especially not when I'm all scatterbrained and delirious."

Corpse nods, realizes she can't see him, and says, "take your time, princess."

Lorelai rolls her eyes again. "That stupid nickname gets me every time."

"Yeah, but you love it."

"Princess is just so unfitting when I'm like fucking bouncing around and not thinking straight. I'm hardly royal right now."

"Okay, then take your time, Tweek," Corpse laughs.

"Okay, Craig, I will."

TWITTER !

13:03

lorelai 🌃 | lorelai
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my cold is finally gone! gonna stream later!
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corpse_husband: you talk in your sleep when you're sick btw
     ↳ lorelai: wait wtf really?
     ↳ corpse_husband: yeah i have a lot of it on recording
     ↳ lorelai: wait send it to me i wanna see it

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author's note

we rockin with author's notes ⁉️

also tehe sorry for the long gap between updates
i didn't have much free time but im back so hi