#they're used to his eccentricities by now sure but how would they deal with literally everyone in their sons closer circle of acquaintances

[starpros-sunshine]

I need Eichi to meet Watarus parents I desperately want to see what that would be like

[candle-cove-character-requests]

Romantic headcannons for Skin-taker? Asking for a friend-

Skin-taker Romance Headcannons

oh my god oh my god oh my god-

He loves giving you little trinkets and objects he finds interesting, and you do the same in return! You both have a collection of knick-knacks you've given each other (Tho sometimes the ones he gives you can be.... a little concerning in nature). He has his displayed on a shelf and he's very fond of them. Basically, I'm kin assigning the Skin-taker a literal crow.

He absolutely adores making you clothes and seeing you try them on like you have so many little outfits and accessories that he's made for you by now it's absurd. For the most part they're not made of cadaver parts, though he has given you the odd tooth necklace or two.

If you're lucky (or unlucky, depends on you pov) enough to catch the Skin-taker's fancy and for him to start courting you, you will NOT be able to tell whether he's threatening or flirting with you. He is a cryptic bastard and any conversation with him is a guessing game ESPECIALLY if he's actually fond of you (Skin-taker is head of autism hell I'm sorry).

I think he'd get flustered pretty easily if you genuinely returned his affections because honestly he would not expect he would not know how to respond.

He has a dictionary full of nicknames and pet names for you, his favorites are Treasure and Dove

He has very little sense of personal space so is often looming over you in some way

Having no lips he can't kiss in the traditional sense so he gently presses his teeth against you or nuzzles you (you're already reading this I assume you have no qualms with him being cute in his own weird way).

He is actually very physically affectionate when no one else is around. He enjoys how soft and warm you are compared to him and since I head cannon him to be pretty tall and gangly (thinking 7"0) on average you're probably pretty small and holdable to him as well.

This might be considered horrifying since it's made out of human flesh but he likes to hold you and wrap you in his cloak. It's warm and if you close your eyes you can try and convince yourself it's just leather.

Being a skeleton and used to being around strange and uncanny folk he really doesn't care about physical appearances all that much. It really matters if someone strikes his never-ending curiosity, which you DEFINITLEY do.

OF COURSE he invites you to his tea parties. You're his favorite guest. He makes sure to have your favorite tea and pastries on hand.

He hasn't had a healthy relationship with someone in a very long time and doesn't really know how to deal with any positive emotion so the second you became more to him than a source of skin he became real prone to possessiveness and jealousy real quick.

I like the idea of abyssians having strange and unique courting customs that he'd do for you. I can't think of any at the moment but I like the idea.

To say he's eccentric and unpredictable would be the understatement of the year so being one of the few people to match his energy would be something he'd deeply appreciate. You could be total menaces together!

Thinking about the idea of him being good at dancing and just...the idea of him waltzing with you just...AUGH-

He compliments your skin quite frequently and enjoys touching and caressing if you give him the chance. Again he sort of walks the line between threatening and affectionate.

[plumblossomcafe]

Ch.55: Wishes

Yae Miko: Why hello... if it isn't the triumphant Aether and Y/n. And why might you be visiting the Shrine? A sign of piety, perhaps?

Paimon: You literally told us to come meet you here!

Yae Miko: Haha... I was just joking. I've been waiting for you.

Paimon: Seems like someone's in a pretty good mood.

Yae Miko: Mm-hmm. Catching up with an old friend I hadn't seen in years was truly delightful. By the way... I heard that you both had a duel before the throne, with a Fatui Harbinger no less. Courageous and astute — I must say, I am most impressed.

Aether: It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. We don't know what came over me and Y/n.

Yae Miko: Defeating Signora head-on in a duel means that both your strengths exceed my expectations. Still, you both did end up victorious. I guess congratulations are in order.

Paimon: Ah, it sure feels good to finally thwart a Fatui plan for once. They caused plenty of trouble along the way, but at the very least, they didn't get their hands on another Gnosis!

Yae Miko: Wait a second... did you say "Gnosis"? As in, the little thing that looks something like a chess piece?

Paimon: Yep, that's the one! You've seen one, too? Gnoses belong to The Seven — they're what keep them connected to Celestia!

Yae Miko: Oh...

Y/n: What's wrong?

Yae Miko: I handed that over.

Aether: Hmm?

Paimon: ...You did what now?

Yae Miko: Well... how else was I supposed to save your skins from The Balladeer, exactly?

Y/n: The Gnosis is long gone, then.

Yae Miko: The Balladeer is No. 6 of the Fatui Harbingers. In terms of strength, he is superior to Signora. I'm not the kind of person who risks life and limb for any old reason.

Paimon: *stammers* For once, Paimon just does not know what to say.

Aether: But why was the Gnosis in your hands?

Yae Miko: After Ei created her puppet vessel, she no longer had anywhere to put it. As her erstwhile closest friend... Ei handed it over to me, and I've kept it in the Grand Narukami Shrine ever since. She no longer needs the power of the Gnosis, and in any case, she tells me she has severed ties with Celestia. Thus, the Gnosis became not only useless but also a potential source of conflict. Is that not a good bargain, exchanging it for the one at the core of the plan? Judging by the results, at least, I daresay I struck a good deal. Hehehe.

Paimon: When you put it like that, Paimon has to agree... Aether and Y/n are worth more than a Gnosis...

Y/n: No wonder we haven't seen The Balladeer since.

Paimon: *sigh* Well, what's done is done, and Paimon hardly thinks we'll be getting it back now. Let's leave the past in the past. Um, so anyway, you still haven't told us why you called us here today.

Yae Miko: Hehehe. It's to thank you.

Paimon: Really!?

Yae Miko: You intend to travel all over Teyvat, and the time has come for the Inazuma leg of your trip to come to an end. Has it not? As a mark of my gratitude, I will answer any questions you may have about the road ahead or the events of the past. What would you like to know about?

Y/n: About the Shogun puppet...

Yae Miko: That puppet was built with technology that has been lost to time. Perhaps she, as a god, is the only one privy to the knowledge of its origins... Still... there is one other thing on this topic that I suspect you may be curious to know. Before Ei began modifying her own godly form, she took it upon herself to create a prototype puppet...

Paimon: So... you mean there are three Raiden Shoguns!?

Yae Miko: No, the prototype was merely a proof of concept. Its appearance and intellect were not based on Ei. It was a test. The original plan was for Ei to simply discard it. But perhaps Ei thought this to be too cruel because, in the end, she chose only to seal the power within it. Later, this puppet wandered Inazuma as an ordinary human male with his own consciousness until... the Fatui took an interest in him.

Paimon: Ugh, not the Fatui!

Yae Miko: Some eccentric geniuses in the ranks of the Fatui made adjustments to the prototype, not only unsealing his power but very likely rendering him even more formidable than his original specifications.

Y/n: Surely you don't mean...

Yae Miko: Mm-hmm. The object of divine creation is the one who has now taken possession of the Gnosis... and the prototype puppet is now known as "The Balladeer."

Paimon: What in the... What a crazy story!

Yae Miko: It is, isn't it? Who can say whether it's coincidence or destiny.

Y/n: I see

Aether: What about the former Raiden Shogun...

Yae Miko: I'm surprised an outlander like you is aware that there was once a change of Electro Archon, even little Y/n doesn't know... In fact, few citizens of Inazuma are aware of this.

Paimon: Morax told us. He said that the Electro Archon, Baal, has passed away...

Yae Miko: Yes. The truth of the matter is that there were two twin gods, Baal and Beelzebul.

Paimon: ...Twin gods?

Yae Miko: They won the Archon War together, and when Baal established the Shogunate, Beelzebul became her kagemusha, or "shadow warrior." In other words, she acted as Baal's body double. Beelzebul is Ei, with whom we are now both acquainted. Baal's name was "Makoto." As far as the world was aware, there were not two, but one. They complemented each other, and they ruled Inazuma jointly. So, there was no need for the public to know the truth. In fact, the name "Baal" and the title of Raiden Shogun was understood to refer to both of them, right up until—

Paimon: Until what?

Yae Miko: Makoto died several hundred years ago in a war that I was not personally involved in. Since then, Ei has assumed the Shogunate.

Paimon: Losing her sister must have been super hard on Ei...

Aether: Khaenri'ah...

Yae Miko: That was when Ei began to change. Makoto was her greatest loss.

Paimon: Paimon feels like she understands Ei a lot better now after finding that out... So, what kind of god was Makoto?

Yae Miko: I didn't spend a great deal of time with her, but my impression was... she was a gentle god, who in each moment cherished the beauty of what was before her.

Paimon: Wow...

Aether: About my sister...

Yae Miko: Sorry, I haven't a clue. I am also unfamiliar with the god you describe. But if you still have doubts about Ei, I would say they are misplaced. Not only does she not fit your description, but she voluntarily gave up her Gnosis long ago, severing her ties with Celestia in the process.

Aether: Having met her, I don't believe she was the one.

Yae Miko: That's good to hear. Otherwise, given that I am her familiar, it could have made our relationship rather awkward, don't you think?

Paimon: Don't worry, we aren't looking to pick a fight with you!

Yae Miko: Hehehe... I wish you the best of luck. May you soon discover the truth behind it all. As for your sister's whereabouts, I will use all the resources at my disposal to investigate it, and I will also borrow some of Ayato's people from the Shuumatsuban. I'll let you know if I find out anything. Consider it part of my means of thanking you and little Y/n.

Y/n: About the next stop on our journey...

Yae Miko: After leaving Inazuma, hmm... I think it would be easiest for you all to go to Sumeru.

Paimon: Ooh, ooh, Sumeru! We've run into loads of scholars from there on our journey so far.

Yae Miko: Yes, well, Sumeru is the land of the God of Wisdom, where the quest for wisdom and knowledge is never-ending. But their obsession gives rise to some truly inexplicable things. For example... In Sumeru, knowledge is holistically managed as a resource.

Paimon: Knowledge... is a resource?

Yae Miko: Yes. I don't know whether it was the sages or Lesser Lord Kusanali who came up with the idea.

Paimon: Lesser Lord Kusanali? That's a cute name.

Yae Miko: Oh, you haven't heard? "Lesser Lord Kusanali" is the deity in whom the people of Sumeru place their faith. It's their chosen term of endearment for her. I'm sure you must have some things to discuss with her, too. I wish you all the best.

Aether: We have no more questions.

Yae Miko: Are you sure? Okay then. Oh, Aether, Y/n, do you both still have the omamoris I gave you two?

Y/n: Of course. We'll keep it in a safe place.

Yae Miko: Keep it safe? Is that all you both intend to do with it? There was me thinking that either one you might hang it around your neck to show off to the world, telling everyone who inquired that it was given to you by none other than Yae Miko, the wise and beautiful.

Paimon: Who in their right mind would do that!?

Y/n: *giggles* Don't worry Yae Miko, whenever I see this omamori or think about an adult who's the wisest in all of Teyvat, the wise and beautiful Yae Miko will first come to mind.

Yae Miko: Hehehe... Okay, I'll stop. Thank you for the compliment, little Y/n. Now, a question for you both. What is your ambition?

Aether: To be reunited with my sister, I guess?

Yae Miko: And you little Y/n?

Y/n: Well, I've always claimed that my reason for traveling is complicated or that I want to explore the world and that my ambition is spreading my ideal form of justice. But in reality, I've always felt like I was supposed to have some sort of purpose, a will, and a duty to fulfill. I just... don't know what it is, I'm hoping in this journey that I'll find out what my purpose is...

Yae Miko: I see... But that is merely a small goal, based on what preoccupies you both here and now. Your ambitions should be something that transcends the world below and the starry sky above. Something that shines in unison with fate itself. Perhaps the reason Aether does not possess a Vision and Y/n does is that such an ambition has yet to be engendered within you two... It's a possibility. Continue on your journey, and maybe that moment will come to pass.

I have decided that I'll be writing the Inazuman Story Quests since I feel like they play a critical role in the story, so I'll be writing them first and then, I'll continue writing the main story.

[enbeast]

hey yall I noticed that there don't appear to be any transcripts for A Study In Ichor, so I figured I'd type some up, please note I am literally just going off the audio and I might get some stuff wrong.

mission 1

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CLIP ONE

Workhouse Owner (WO): RUN FASTER, WORKER FIVE, THAT TREADMILL WON'T TURN ITSELF. As you can see, Master Yao, our workhouse not only provides food and shelter for three hundred inmates but makes a healthy profit too. For example, Worker Five has been running on one of Cubbad's “treadmills” for a mere twelve hours today and has already milled five hundred pounds of flour. Got the odd nail in it but it's good enough for the Rutherhive slums [laughs]

Sam Yao (SY): Twelve hours? Without a break?

WO: The alternative of life on the streets is an excellent motivator. And with your investment we will be able to build even more machinery, maybe even increase rations to three bowls of gruel a day.

SY: I want to use my inheritance for good, and if I'm honest, I have some concerns about your worker's wellbeing.

WO: Oooh I seee~ Yes, I suppose it is rather fashionable nowadays to worry about unfortunates, but I assure you Master Yao, once you've had to make your way in the world, like myself or your uncle, a fine man, you'll learn that revenue is the important thing, not how it's made.

(note, as Sam talks there approaching footsteps)

SY: Surely, there's a way to- OW!

WO: YOU THERE, IN THE CAP, watch where you're going, you just ran into a potential investor. Where's your worker number?

Pick pocket (PP): (in a stilted cockney accent) Sorry, Guv'ner.

SY: No, no, it's fine, I was in the way.

WO: It is not fine. Young lady, break time isn't for another three hours. Get back to work. (retreating footsteps from PP) I'm dreadfully sorry, Master Yao, this workhouse is full of ingrates.

SY: My watch! It's gone, the chain's been snapped...

WO: That worker stole it, she's a pickpocket! Worker Five get off that treadmill and chase after her DON'T COME BACK WITHOUT THAT WATCH!

SY: Uh, I'll come with you, Worker Five, I don't want to make a fuss, but that watch is important to me. Come on, let's run.

CLIP TWO:

SY: Hey, mind your step, Worker Five, I've heard about this, rows of people crushing animal bones to make fertiliser. Ugh, the smell is awful. Pickpocket just ran out into the street, we've got to follow her! Five, I hope you don't mind if I call you Five, through that door! (sound of door opening) There! I see her, she's heading towards the Temm's tunnel, it goes under the river from here to Whopee, an engineering marvel- a-apparently, my uncle's an engineer, he's building an underground railway. I try to keep up with the industry but... It doesn't come naturally... I mean, I-I know the tunnel was built using Bruno Cockren's tunnelling shield but I still barely understand what that even is, I don't ac-ARGH! Oh! (gasping) Five! If you hadn't pulled me aside that horse and cart would have run me over! Ugh, I-I'm sorry, I should have been paying attention, but well I-I don't often get to talk to anyone who isn't my uncle, or someone who's interested in my inheritance... Not that I need all that money, of course. I just want to be sure it's going to help people, it's what my parents would have wanted. That's why the watch is so important to me, it was the last thing they ever gave me before they died. Reminds me of what's important. If, if it was any other watch, I'd... just have let that pickpocket keep it, I'm sure she needs it more than I do... Ah, she's just hopped the barrier at the Temm's tunnel, it's in that round red brick building the entrance shaft is underneath, come on, Five, let's experience this engineering marvel first-hand, quickly, before we lose her!

CLIP THREE

SY: Ah, this tunnel is incredible, can you believe we're RUNNING under the Temms, makes me feel a bit funny... Mind you, we're here now that it's safe, uh, some of the people that built it died in the flood... Oh! Maybe I should spend my inheritance on something that'll make projects like this safer for workers, what do you reckon Five? Oh, Oh no... The pickpocket's already climbing the stairs! Ah- she's getting away! (panting) Whopping's all alleys, if she slips down a back street, we'll never find her! Up the stairs! Run!

CLIP FOUR

SY: (panting) And we're out of the tunnel, the pickpocket just ducked down that alley, after her. (Running sounds) Uh, we've got you cornered, now please. Give me my watch back.

Amelia Spens, formerly known as the Pickpocket (AS): Oh, I don't think so. Lads! (sounds of several sets of footsteps closing in) You're surrounded.

SY: Five, it's a gang of pickpockets.

AS: I'd have been happy with just the watch, but since you followed me, allow me to introduce the Abel Street Gang, they're all over the rooftops and they've all got knives.

SY: Please, don't hurt us, Five here has nothing to do with this!

AS: There'll be no need for bloodshed as long as you both give me all the money you're carrying.

SY: Five doesn't have anything, but, uh, (mumbling, followed by the sound of a heavy bag of coins hitting the ground) That's all of mine.

AS: W-he-hell, aren't we the wealthy one.

SY: I-I've got more! Lots more! And I'll give it to you, I promise, just please return the watch. It's my most treasured possession.

AS: I see! Not an especially experienced negotiator, are you. Hmm, let's take a look at this watch, see what's so special about it. Hmm, pearl face, silver plating, and... an engraving...

SY: It's uh... it's Chinese, those are my parent's names, and that's mine. Sam Yao.

AS: Y-you're not even going to try and make up an identity? What- (laughing) You're lucky I'm just a pickpocket and not someone REALLY nefarious, I- Helloo, what's this? (music starts playing)

SY: There's a tiny music box behind the face, that melody was special to them.

AS: Ooh, a bit twee if you ask me.

SY: So you'll give it back?

AS: I might have sold it back to you for a few sovereigns before you told me who you were, but as my luck would have it there just happens to be something that only you can do for me, Sam Yao. Your uncle's digging a railway underneath London, isn't he?

SY: H-how did you know that?

AS: I read the Society Pages, in my line of work one needs to know who's on course to inherit what fortune, and which Saloons they're likely to fall out of after one too many brandies.

SY: My fortunes from my parents, not my uncle.

AS: Yes, but you're his ward, or at least you were until you came of age recently, correct?

SY: Yes.

AS: There's something I want to show you. Follow me and keep up the pace. There are far more unsavoury types than me in Whopping and they'll take more than your watch. Run!

CLIP FIVE

SY: What's your name?

AS: I'm not telling you my real one, but you can call me Amelia.

SY: Uh, if you don't mind me saying, Amelia, you're quite well spoken for a pickpocket.

AS: Well, even an educated woman is not replete with options in this day and age. We might have a woman on the throne but I had to choose between penury, marriage to a seventy year old rector, or this.

SY: Well, it's not easy for me either, I'm lucky I have money because, well, being Chinese, people have misconceptions.

AS: Yes, you really should choose your friends wisely. Down this side street.

SY: Ugh, Mm. What IS that smell?

AS: Cover your mouths with your handkerchiefs, both of you.

SY: It's alright, Five, you can use mine.

AS: The smell is coming from that huge pipe, you see the emblem embossed on it?

SY: Ah! It's from my uncle's engineering company!

AS: That's right. The pipe is a ventilation shaft from his railway tunnel, now let's get away from it so we can breathe.

SY: (Gasping) Whoah, Oh that's better. What is going on down there?

AS: That's what I want you to find out.

WO (distant): MASTER YAO! WORKER FIVE!

SY: Ugh, it's the workhouse owner.

WO: (approaching footsteps) (panting) Master Yao, I followed you all the way from Rutherhive, one of my workers told me this woman is actually part of the Abel Street Gang! She only came to the workhouse to target you.

AS: This worker, was he a handsome fellow? Smarmy grin?

WO: That's right!

AS: Brent. (Sigh) That'll teach me to use former paramours as spies. Fine. (gun clicking) Hands up!

SY: Amelia! Don't shoot him!

AS: I'm not not aiming it at him, Sam, I'm aiming it at you.

WO: Steady on!

AS: Mr Workhouse Owner, unless you want future investors to know you got this one killed, I'd advise you to stop following us. Sam, Five, come with me or I'll shoot you both. Run!

CLIP SIX

AS: We lost the Workhouse owner, time to put this away (clicking sound)

SY: We would have come with you, Amelia, there was no need for the gun!

AS: Don't tell me how to take a hostage. Now listen carefully, for reasons that elude me, not everyone who falls on hard times opts for criminality, some people would honestly rather perform manual labour, and your uncle happens to be a proliferate employer of such eccentrics. I wouldn't care, except that many of his employees have family in the Abel Street Gang.

SY: I can ask my uncle to pay them more. But... He doesn't really listen to me. I'm Rather naive, apparently.

AS: Well, fortunately I have no need of your dreadful negotiating skills, I need you to solve an even stickier problem. Several of your uncle's workers have gone missing. Even though I've repeatedly explained to my gang that it's a waste of time caring about anything besides one's self, they're refusing to work until they learn what's happened to their loved ones. It's hurting my bottom line.

SY: That's awful... For the workers.

AS: Ahh, they're probably dead. If WE can barely breathe the noxious fumes near the ventilation shafts, what do you think it's like underground?

SY: I can't imagine! Those poor people... I'll stop what's happening, I promise, even if I have to spend every last penny of my inheritance.

AS: Do that and I'll give you your watch back.

SY: It's a deal.

AS: Mm, my favourite words. Righto, well, if that's settled then I'm off. There's a debutante ball this evening and I need to be in good time if I'm going to harvest some pearls. (retreating footsteps)

SY: There she goes. Look, Five, ah, I feel a bit awkward asking you this, but, would you maybe consider working with me? You were quick out there, really impressive, I've just moved into a house by myself and I could do with a hand. I promise it'll be a lot easier than the workhouse. I know it's been a funny old day, but for me it's actually been nice having someone to talk to. Talk at. Sorry, I know I go on a bit. But if you want to let's shake on it. You did save my life. Great! Now, I'm starving, how about some steak and oyster pie? Maybe we'll come up with some ideas about what happened to those missing workers over dinner., then tomorrow, we'll visit my uncle. Lord Earnest Van Ark.

[aotimagines]

I really enjoyed the headcannons about trying to get them to rest while they're sick/injured! Could I get those for Levi, Hange, and Mike please? You both write all the characters so wonderfully, I adore how well you write Levi and Erwin.

Aw, thank-you so much, anon! That really means a lot to us. c: 

Levi: 

He’s not sick–that’s the phrase his s/o would hear over and over again, verbatim. Each and every time they suggest that he tries to get some rest, he’d just look at them from his large stack of paperwork before returning to his job.

Eventually, when his cheeks are flushed and he’s running a high temperature, his s/o would drag him away from his office and force him to lay down. He’s less combative since he feels like shit and honestly just wants to sleep.

His s/o would brew him some tea and try to get him to take medicine. Since he’s conceded to the idea of being ill, Levi is a lot less argumentative and just does what they say. 

He’d really appreciate their company, even if he doesn’t say anything about it. His s/o would curl up beside him while he was trying to rest and just having them there helps to keep some of the nightmares at bay.

Which he has plenty of. Since he’s sleeping a lot more than what he’s used to, Levi is plagued with night terrors and his s/o is there to gently shake him awake or to simply hold his hand and hope that it passes quickly.

During the time that he injured his ankle, Levi is surprisingly more frustrated than he lets on. Being sick is one thing, but being incapable because of a physical injury--one that takes weeks to heal--slowly wanes his sanity a little. His s/o does their best to ensure that he has things to occupy himself with, but it’s sort of a lost cause.

It goes without saying that Levi goes 100% cleaning mode when he feels better. He airs out his room and wipes down every single surface that he might have touched when he was sick. It’s a little ridiculous, but his s/o lets him do his thing. 

Hanji: 

They are absolutely, 100% okay--at least in their mind. Even though they would be moving slowly and their reactions are delayed, Hanji is steadfast in doing their job to the best of their abilities, much to the dismay of their s/o. It gets to the point where they have to beg for them to go to bed or at least lay down. 

They compromise by allowing Hanji to bring whatever they were working on in the bedroom, whether it be paperwork or a book they had been invested in. Honestly, between Moblit and their s/o, they are going to give someone a heart-attack.

When they do finally start to feel tired, their s/o would curl up beside them and hold their hand, the pad of their thumb tracing over Hanji’s calloused one. It isn’t much, but their physical presence does help soothe some of that energy that Hanji would be expending elsewhere. 

They do get some sleep and, by extension, they actually have more energy now that they are ill versus when they aren’t. It isn’t intentional, but Hanji’s sleeping habits are eccentric at best and it’s hard for them to just lay down and drift off to sleep.

Somehow, their s/o is roped into listening to all of Hanji’s new thought processes and theories before bed. On a typical, normal evening, their s/o falls asleep long before them but, now that they are both laying there in the dark, they are subjected to everything Hanji prattles on and on about, irrelevant or not. 

In the end, getting sick is actually a good thing for Hanji. Their body needed the rest and they wind up feeling a lot better now that they’ve had some sleep and time to recuperate! 

Mike: 

Unlike Levi and Hanji, if Mike were to ever fall sick or become injured, he wouldn’t really put up that much of a fight. He just accepts the fact that he won’t be able to preform to the best of his abilities at the moment and does everything within his ability to rapidly recover. 

His s/o is by his bedside every day at almost every moment that they can be. From wringing out his wash cloth to making sure he has material to read, they are there for him and his every need. Mike makes it a point to remind them that they don’t have to do all of this, but they are insistent on taking care of him.

He’d honestly be really worried about them catching his sickness since they are hanging around him so much, but his s/o reminds him that they can deal with a minor cold. Although he doesn’t outwardly express it, Mike is grateful for the company and is able to relax more easily with them by his side. 

Eventually, though, Mike does start to get restless. It’s hard being rendered unable to do anything but eat and sleep when he’s so used to training every day and listening in on meetings. His s/o reassures him that missing a few days won’t affect anything and he does his best to believe them.

Even if he was super congested, Mike would still be able to smell a few things here and there. What really would bother him would be the lack of taste. The food in the Survey Corps is already bland enough and now it literally just tastes like nothing.

Mike recovers the quickest out of the three and is back on his feet in record time. His s/o would be adamant in him taking it easy so he doesn’t relapse and he does his best to take their advice.