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Assistant: Title: A Clustered Garage
        Author: Alcettogo Alcettogo 
        Chapter: 2/25 
        Summary: Isabeau goes back to the Favor Tree and sees a familiar face.Post-canon one hat fic where Loop is still at the Favor Tree and Siffrin is sick because of Craft Exhaustion. Isabeau goes to the Favor Tree to wish for Siffrin to get better and Loop takes the opportunity to maybe get a second chance.Shifting POVs
        Contents: Chapter 2: Siffsitting
    

    

        
          
          
            Isabeau checks up on a Craft sick Siffrin and tells them about the encounter they just had.
          
        

      
        
          CWs for this chapter are emetophobia (not Actually throwing up, but the Feeling) / Bad touch stuff >:3 (feeling disgusting and that stuff)IT GETS BETTER THOUGH TRUST!!
            
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    Wow. Being alone really sucks. Your family is taking turns keeping an eye on you. It's supposed to be Isabeau's turn now, but he hasn't showed up yet. You're still not very good at telling the passage of time, so you're not sure how long it's been since Mirabelle left. You don't want to think about it. She was willing to stay longer and started reading the second issue of the Cursing of Châtau Castle after finishing the first one, but had to leave for some Housemaiden stuff you didn’t really understand. After the King was defeated, Mirabelle was bombarded with paperwork to fill out. Being a Housemaiden of the House of Change AND the savior of Vaugarde gave her very little time to spend with you, but it's not something either of you could change (pun intended). You rest your head on the pillow. So soft! It's higher than the normal pillow, but at least you don't feel the snot going to your ears in this position. You hate being sick, but the blankets are warm and cozy, so you don't mind. You're just waiting for Isabeau. ... Why is he late, anyways? That's what's worrying you the most. He... He meant the things he told you, right? It wasn't just an in the moment, say-something-nice-so-the-world-doesn't-end thing, right? Oh. Oh no. You wrap yourself in the blankets further, covering your head completely. You feel disgusting. How could he actually say that he loves you? After what you showed him? Showed all of them? How could he love a monster? Your brain has been weird since yesterday. Your Memories flying around your mind and automatically equipping without you controlling them. The distinct feeling of vertigo makes you understand that a Memory is forcing its way into your frontal lobe. You Remember kissing him in one of the loops. You feel your body rejecting you. It feels awful. You feel awful. You feel repulsive. You're so distracted by your own thoughts and entangled in your blanket that you don't even realize someone entered the room. You only notice when you feel someone rocking you in your blanket armour. You slowly part the cover from your eye to look at who it is. “Sif!!! Wake up, I gotta tell you something really cool!!!” It's Isabeau. What took him so long? He's still not touching you directly. He looks all giddy, like a dog that's about to show you a new trick he learned. No wait, that's not how it works. He looks- He looks really excited. Yeah. Then he makes eye contact with you and his face drops. He is looking straight at you with that awful worried expression. He hates you, doesn't he? He must think so little of you. You must look horrible. Horrifying, even. “Woah, hey buddy are you ok?” His hands are on the blanket on your shoulders. You feel like you're about to throw up. He doesn't want to touch you. There's a thick layer between you and him. There's no way he could want you. Especially not now. You're all sick and your nose is runny and your ears are clogged and there's a pit in your stomach and “bucket” You whisper from the blankets. Your voice is hoarse. A horrible sound. If there's one thing that brings you comfort when you're sick it's the good ol' reliable barf bucket!  Isabeau moves the covers from your head, exposing your face completely. He’s still not touching you. You must be so disgusting. He's probably struggling to be this close to you. He doesn't even want to be here, does he? He only sees that monster from yesterday. You're sure of this. “What? What did you say?” “Bucket.” You say, louder this time. Your voice still sounds horrible. It makes your bones shake. Stars, could he even listen to your voice? It must hurt his ears. He blinks at you for a second, then understands and gets the bucket from the side of the bed. He puts the bucket in front of you and you sit up and grab it. The blanket is now no longer encasing you and is only wrapped around your lower body. You feel the pit in your stomach rise. You're ready to throw up and show him all the worst of you. He'll probably need the bucket more than you once you're done. Stars, did this have to happen right now? You hate the fact that he has to see you like this. You're a wretch. You're abominable. You You… You feel him pulling your sidebangs back. His hands brush against your cheeks and rest on your ears. He… doesn't hate you? He doesn't hate you!!! He's holding your hair so you don't puke on it and he's… touching! Your face!!! You lean into his right hand and close your eye, feeling his cool touch against your warm ear. You feel relaxed. You don't feel the need to throw up anymore, Memory of touch has dislodged from your mind. It's not gone completely, but you can see with clarity now. You still feel sick and dizzy, but your brain has settled a little. You’re not disgusting. “Siffrin? You good buddy?” You look at Isa. Oh Stars he's just been there this whole time, hasn't he? You blush. “Better!” You burp. You no longer feel like you're about to throw up. That was embarrassing though! You purse your lips and lean your head forwards. Isa laughs. “False alarm?” You nod. As he laughs, he lets go of your face and puts his hands on his thighs. Oh. So he was only holding your hair back. Nothing more. He only did it so your hair wouldn't be a chore to clean up latre, but it's not like he meant to put his hands on your cheeks. To bring you comfort. It was just a reflex. The kiss comes back to your mind like a rubber band hitting your wrist. You retch. Isabeau reaches back to hold your hair. His hand makes contact with your skin again, but it's not on purpose. “Nope, not a false alarm, ok buddy, take it easy, I got you.” You don't actually throw up, but you feel dizzy and weak. You know that the only way to feel better is to get this memory out of your head. If you told Isabeau about your soup-brain situation, would it make you feel better? Or would he just see you as more unstable and unlovable? You clench the bucket in your hands. Your face is angled towards the bucket, but you look at Isabeau in the eyes. You know that he genuinely means it, but your brain won't let you fully accept it. Maybe having concrete proof of it will make you feel better? He's looking at you with that look of worry you recognize. Is it pity or care? No- It's care. It's love. You know this. He is worried about you- genuinely! You know this! Why won't you accept it? Ok, Siffrin, just ask him directly then! Since you need more proof of him genuinely caring and not just hoping you’d be better so you'd stop being an inconvenience! “Isa… Do you really care about me?” Well now that you said it out loud you feel really dumb. That's a stupid thing to say. In general. Oh you feel really dizzy now. Ugh. So embarrassing! His hands move on your face, they're now holding your cheeks, slightly squishing them. He's looking at you with a serious expression. “Sif. Siffrin. Of course I care about you. I love you, Sif. So much. And I’m not- I’m not scared of telling you anymore.” His expression is so soft. Of course he cares. Of course he loves you. You feel very silly. But at least you don’t feel horribly sick anymore. Just normal sick. You sniff. You feel the need to apologize somehow. “Sorry… My brain is all… Bleh…” You let go of the bucket, which still stays on your lap, to make an exaggerated motion and lower your head a little while still being sandwiched in. He giggles. “Mh, yes Bleh brain, I understand. Like, soup brain?” Oh you could absolutely devour some soup. “Soup brain… yeah…” You wobble your head a bit. He laughs. You join him with a giggle. You feel your head leaning closer until you bump foreheads, which makes you both jump a little. Oops! You both freeze, Isabeau lets go of your face and tenses up while putting his arms up against his sides. He’s standing completely upright. He looks really embarrassed. Has he been awkwardly bent over this whole time? That must have been quite uncomfortable! “You can sit down, Isa.” “Oh- Oh! Right!” He looks around. ? But he can sit down next to you? Oh! he's looking for a chair! No. No you think you'd both like it if you sat nect to each other. “Isa.” You put the bucket to the side and pat the empty space next to you. “Beds are comfier.” He stops looking around and realizes what you're telling him. He smiles and skips over, sitting down next to you. “So, your soup brain, let's talk about it.” !!! “Sif, buddy. I want to try and make you feel better. And that means that I gotta know what’s up! A great way to start is by talking to a friend about it; so, what’s up?” Oh. That's nice of his. “Plus, I think I may have experienced the soup brain before. There were times in my life when my brain was all jammy whammy, I can tell you how I coped with that and stuff, maybe it'll work?” You doubt he had your same condition. He didn't have to be stuck in a time loop. His perception of the world didn't start randomly changing once he got out of said loop. But you appreciate the sentiment, and talking about it wouldn't hurt. “...sure.” “Yay! Sif is finally opening up!” You snort and look away from him. “Noooooo D:” How did he do that with his mouth? Anyways- No. You do want to open up. His cheerfulness just took you off guard. You giggle a little and then turn back to face him. He’s looking at you with a terribly sad expression, as though he was offended that you turned around. You know it's just a joke though. You think he used to do this before- it feels like something he would do. Puppy eyes. “Fine… I'll open up. Can’t say no to those eyes.” “Yay!!!” So then... Where to begin... Should you talk about the way you've been gaining new perspectives of the world and new ways of seeing your family during your loops? That's gonna be a lot to explain… But Isa is smart, right? He'd get it. “So, while I was in the loops I basically got… a new way of seeing things, I guess? Um… Many new ways, actually, and they made me different, like faster or stronger! Or… Other stuff…” You think of the Memory of Touch. Then push it back to some far away corner of your mind. "They basically helped me get a boost... Most of the time." “I used to be able to control these… perspectives? I guess I can call them perspectives-” calling them Memories would definitely make him a lot more worried. “- so, these perspectives- I could choose when to use them if I needed something, like if I needed to be faster or stronger for a trap or fight.” He's listening. He's not laughing, so he's taking you seriously. This puts your mind at ease. He’s quietly looking at you, but you can tell the gears are spinning in that brain of his. “But now…” You sigh “I can't control them, and I… It's like… The way I feel about the world just shifts sometimes and it's quite disorienting.” It's quiet for a moment. You just opened up to someone, and you didn't have a meltdown over it. Progress!  “So it's not a soup.” … What? “It's a minestrone.” ……………………………………………………… 
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 “What?” “Well a soup is usually blended and smooth, but a minestrone has, like, many different veggies and legumes and other stuff in it, which are like your perceptions.” He’s not wrong, but, still. What. “...Isa, soups can have chunks in them too.” He looks up bashfully “Yeah- but minestrone has a bunch of very different chunks and-” “You've been hanging out with Bonnie too much.” You smirk. He laughs. “OK, fair, but you get my point right?” Hm… You guess you do. It does feel chunky, and the Memories have different ‘textures’ and ‘flavors’ that come with them, you could say. “Yeah… I guess that's a good metaphor… Minestrone brain…” “If it's something that started happening in the loops, though, I don't know if I can be of much help… Not unless I know more about what happened during them.” Tell him about the loops? You wouldn’t know where to start. Right now the only Memories that you can think of are the bad ones. You're afraid of telling him though. He'd be so worried about you. You don't want him to worry more than he already does, and you know he worries a lot. Plus, you’ve already opened up about your “Minestrone” brain, and that’s enough emotional vulnerability for a day! “... Maybe some other time… Picturing it like a minestrone already makes it a little better.” He looks at you sadly, but doesn't push the subject. “OK, Sif, but you will tell me one day.” … “...Maybe…” “Good enough for me!” You both giggle. You love hanging out with him. Your giggles turn to a cough, and you're reminded that you're still sick. Bleh. When you stop coughing you lean on Isabeau. “Being sick suuuucks.” He's stiff as a board. Aww… “Y-yeah?” “Yeah, but being with a friend makes it better.” ...Friend. You're not anything officially. You would like to be, maybe. “...Or more than a friend.” He looks at you. He's blushing. Your faces are really close. And they're getting closer. And closer. And then you jolt away from him to cough again. Stupid blinding sickness!!! That was really romantic!!! Guess you'll have to wait till you get better before you can kiss him. He pats your back to help you cough then keeps his hand on your shoulder. “You good, buddy?” “Georurgh… Craft sickness, my worst enemy…” He chuckles. “Oh! Also! Oh Crab, I can't believe I almost forgot to tell you-” Oh? He wants to tell you something? You look at him and turn your head to the side slightly. You sniff. “So, I did something earlier today that I think might help your situation, with the sickness and everything. That's why I was a little late, I'm still so so sorry!!!” “Wellll, Isa, what did you do? Was it worth committing such a heinous crime?” Being able to joke with Isa is so nice. You used to do this all the time, right? It comes naturally, so you think you did. Yeah, hanging out with him is a lot of fun. You love it. You are very curious, though. What was the reason for him being late? He said he did something that might help, so maybe a gift or a snack? Hmmm maybe not a snack. He knows how much Bonnie cares about being the Snack Leader. So a gift, then? You wonder what it could be. Maybe a new accessory for you to wear? You doubt he'd make you a new eyepatch without you explicitly requesting one, it still fits just fine. Maybe something related to your interests then? You enjoyed woodcarving and theater, right? Well you probably don't want to see any shows for a bit, but the thought would still be nice! …Maybe something with the stars? You remember him inviting you to gaze at the stars together. He's always paid close attention to you. “I made a wish at the Favor Tree!!! And guess what, Loop was there! You know, the star one? Oh well, I guess you would immediately know them since you're friends or something…” You feel your face drop. You don't know what to feel. Isabeau made a wish? No, impossible, he doesn't know the ritual. But still, he tried to. You feel happy. He cares. And then you're mad. How dare he try to make a wish? Did he not realize how dangerous Wish Craft can be after yesterday? You feel betrayed by him somehow. Then he mentioned Loop. Loop… Loop! Oh stars, Loop!!! The last talk you had was… Oh Stars, it was awful. You feel dizzy again, but this time it's not a Memory. You feel happy somehow, too. They're still here! You can still apologize to them! You practically jump towards Isa, thrusting your hands onto his shoulders. You have to know how Loop is doing. You have to. “You talked to Loop? How are they?” Isa is stunned for a second, but he answers. “Oh, they were doing fine, I think… Um they were- wait what pronouns does Loop use?” “They/them.” Looks like they didn't do their whole “royal we” thing with Isa. “Awesome! So they were very… Flamboyant?” Sounds like Loop. “They were all-” He makes some quick extravagant poses and speaks in a higher pitch with a silly intonation “Ooo~ hey stardust, ooo~ I'm a star, ooo~ I can make your wish come true~” You laugh. Then cough a bit. “Your impressions suck, Isa. But yeah… that does sound like Loop.” Isa told you they're doing fine, but you really wanna go see them. You want to talk to them! To say that you're sorry! “Let's go see Loop right now!” You get up quickly. Oh, too quickly. You stumble a second as your vision fuzzes a little. Blinding iron deficiency. Or everything else. This feels like an “everything else” stumble. “Woah, woah, woah, woah, wait up, Sif.” Isabeau stands up too and holds you so you don't fall. “You're still sick, you're not going out in this condition.” “But it's not contagious!” You sniff. “And it's not that bad!” It really isn't. You just have a runny nose, a cough, and you can't use Craft, but that's just like having a cold. “...OK, Sif. If you're so sure, then try walking to the door.” You look at him with a puzzled expression, then shrug and start walking. … People normally walk forwards, not downwards, right? You realize how much your legs feel like jelly. You feel weak. Did you not notice because you've been laying in bed all this time? Isabeau catches you before you fall.  “See? All that Crafting took a lot of energy out of you! Focus on getting better, then we can go see Loop.” You groan. Isa helps you walk back to the bed and you sit back down on it. “You could carry me there.” “If Bonbon or anyone else saw me trying to carry you out, they'd hate me forever and exile me from the group permanently. They care about you too!” You groan. … You smile cheekily. “What if they didn't see me?” “Well, I care about you too. I can tell how much you want to see Loop, but I want you to get better.” “Uuughhhh...” You lay down on the bed and cover your face with your arm. You got a lot to think about now. Loop. Loop. Loop. Loop is still here. And they might hate you. You're not sure, though, considering the fact that the last time you thought someone hated you they actually loved you. “You wanna go to bedsy weds?” You giggle. “Will going to bedsy weds make me feel better?” “Probably! Rest is always good when you're sick.” “Are you sure this is how you wanna spend your ‘Sifsitting’ sihft?” You air quote. You still hate that name. But it's a little funny and challenging to say without stumbling over your words, so you don’t mind. “You look pretty tired, and I don't think you're gonna tell me anything about the loops you were in, so I'm fine with it.” You think about it for a second. Could you tell him about what happened in the loops? No. He looks too happy. You don't want to ruin this moment. “Sure… But only if you tuck me in.” You laugh and cough a little. Then lay your head on the pillow and grab the blanket. Now that you're in the peak comfortable position, you realize just how tired you are. You yawn. And he yawns too. Your sickness may not be contagious, but yawning sure is. “Hey, Isa?” He tucks you in. You're face to face again. “Yeah, Sif?” “I love you.” His cheeks darken a little and he looks at you fondly. “I love you, too!” He caresses your forehead with his thumb. You smile, but cover your mouth with the blanket. You look up at him, reciprocating his fond expression. “Have a good nappy wap!” You laugh. “I thought you were romantic, what a way to ruin the moment!!!” “What!! No, I didn't ruin the moment! It was just awkward!!!” You laugh so hard you snort and start to cough. Then you're good again. “OK, Isa, I'll have a good nappy wap then. For you.” You smile. He smiles back. You wonder what you’ll dream of.  
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Twirls hair around finger even if it's Really short OKKK bam here's another chapter, will there be a schedule? Probably not,, but I might not update this until like february... blame my uni exams...Also. I hope you guys like how I write Isabeau. I will put things I say in his speech pattern such as bedsy weds and nappy wap. Fufufu >:3'
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