...thank you? [He says this in tones of deepest confusion and slight alarm, and Gepard peers down at Sampo. Sampo looks...okay, health-wise, specifically. In terms of health, he looks okay. Gepard's free hand, the one that's not keeping Sampo from grabbing things he shouldn't, runs through his hair, searching for signs of a cut, a bruise, blood...something to explain the delirium. Because he's obviously delirious, given the entire...not getting tired of him pretty face thing. And the flirting. And not wanting to be alone.
He should leave. For Sampo's sake, if nothing else, but how can he leave now?]
You must be cold.
[That's it. Delirium from the cold. He figured it out. He cracked the cold.]
I'm sorry. There's only so much I can do to help, given that I am- you know. A merman. [Nevertheless, his free hand is busy trying to rub what little heat he can into Sampo's back.] My tail's probably not pleasant for you.
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Date: 2024-08-29 02:40 am (UTC)He should leave. For Sampo's sake, if nothing else, but how can he leave now?]
You must be cold.
[That's it. Delirium from the cold. He figured it out. He cracked the cold.]
I'm sorry. There's only so much I can do to help, given that I am- you know. A merman. [Nevertheless, his free hand is busy trying to rub what little heat he can into Sampo's back.] My tail's probably not pleasant for you.