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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FUCC: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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Emil blinks at him for a moment, like it didn't occur to him at all to bring supplies going out on his own— which is always a great sign in a tiny vampire slayer. Then he holds up a finger- wait, wait- and pats at all of his pockets, eventually producing what appears to be a smallish, but adequate canteen. He shakes it, and water sloshes around inside.

"I've got this." But food? He din't expect to be out more than a few hours, so no food. Hopefully he isn't here long enough to need food either... It's a distracting train of thought that gets away from him slightly, such that he almost doesn't catch Jonathan speaking to him again, so soon after the last time.

But no, he hears him this time— there's something a little odd about a vampire, like... fussing over him like this. No, it's definitely odd, but it's a little odd that he's not dead yet in the first place, so Emil won't complain. He does, however, make a face at the suggestion that he get taken back home, holding up his hands to refuse that immediately.

"I'm not doing that- that jump thing of yours again. I'll be sick everywhere! I'm sorry, but you'll have to deal with me until morning."

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Jonathan isn't particularly fond of the idea of Emil being ill either, so he imagines that they'll both need to simply try and survive as best they can for the moment. Which has been his life since the epidemic swept the world as they knew it decades ago, but it doesn't seem as fitting for someone who not only has somewhat more complex needs but is also likely to draw attention for miles around.

"Very well," he agrees dubiously. "But you'll have to return home come morning, and stay here until close to then. I'd rather not try fighting another one of those giants."

Most of his injuries are healing well enough, although with his limited diet, it takes slightly longer for him than it might otherwise. But the occasional tug of pain from a still closing wound or bite mark does make Jonathan suddenly consider if his guest managed to survive the fighting - particular what he hadn't seen before arriving - unharmed or not.

Moving past Emil, Jonathan ducks into the small room off from the open space they'd landed in and digs around for the limited supplies he's managed to scrounge up in the city.

"I do have bandages if you need them and a bed if you're tired," his voice floats out from the darkened space. "There's still a few hours until morning."