"Sounds good to me." Joey got up off of the couch and ran his fingers through his hair, heading over to the door.
@Skylark // Private Roleplay
Sol stood, smiling softly, and followed Joey through the door, grabbing his jacket off the back of a chair.
Joey kept close to Sol, getting in the car once he they got to it. "How long will it take to get there from here?"
“Probably fifteen to twenty minutes, depending on traffic,” Sol replied, buckling his seatbelt and looking over at Joey
"Alright, that's fine." Joey buckled himself in and hummed softly, watching out the window.
Sol left the parking area and started to head towards Joey’s apartment. He rested his arm on the middle console and glanced at Joey with a soft smile.
Joey kept quiet until they arrived, opening the door and bowing politely. "Well, thank you very much for the ride home. See you tomorrow!" He grinned and waved, heading into his apartment.
“By, Joey,” Sol said with a smile, waving back. He stayed until he saw Joey get inside, then started to head back to his own apartment, smiling to himself the whole way.
(Just gonna time skip real quick-)
The next day, Joey headed off to work at the bookshop, pulling on his visor with the shop's logo on it before he went inside. He didn't eat breakfast again this morning, and hadn't drank anything either, so he was feeling a bit woozy and unsteady. He tried to keep up his chipper aura around the customers anyway.
(hi, sorry, i’m back)
First thing in the morning, he had to meet his sister at the club to go over some… plans. When he arrived, she wasn’t there yet, so he pulled out his phone to text Akali and Nikora about stopping by the bookshop.
Akali: does this have anything to do with the angel you brought to the club?
Sol: …maybe
Akali: lmaooo count me in
When the customer flow got slow, Joey started organizing the books to make sure they were all in the right order. He found himself getting a bit more tired than usual as he lifted book after book over his head to put it onto a shelf.
After meeting with his sister and sending the others the address of the shop, Sol starting making his was to the bookshop. He was looking forwards to seeing Joey again and might have driven a little faster than was strictly legal. Due to that, he was at the shop in no time, opening the door with a smile.
Joey looked up when he heard the bell and smiled brightly at Sol. "Hey! You came!" He hopped off the stool and ran over to hug him. "Are your friends coming too?" He asked.
Sol laughed and wrapped his arms around Joey. “Yes, they should be here soon,” he said with a smile.
Joey nodded a bit and let go of Sol so that he could resume his organizing. "Well, I can help them find anything if they need me to."
Sol followed Joey over to the shelves he was organizing. “Akali will probably ask for history and Nikora likes nature guides,” he said, glancing over a few books.
Joey nodded a bit and lifted a heavier book onto a shelf above his head, breathing a bit more heavily than usual. "Sounds good to me… are they nice?" He asked.
Sol heard Joey’s heavier breathing, and he frowned slightly, wondering if the angel had ever eaten. Having an idea of how shelving worked, he grabbed a couple heavy looking books and put them up.
Joey kept working, not really seeming to pay Sol much mind. He looked up when the bell on the door rang again, swaying dangerously where he stood on the stool. "Hi! Welcome to-… welcome to…" His face paled and he fell off the stool, laying dazed on the floor.
“Joey!” Sol rushed over from another shelf. He knelt down and picked the slight male up, taking him over to a large reading chair.
“Estello, what’s wrong?”
"Mmmm… dizzy…" He mumbled weakly in reply, trying to get his eyes to focus. "M'head feels funny… I'm sure I'm fine." He ran his fingers through his hair, trembling lightly.
“Is he okay, boss?” a voice asked from behind.
Sol turned, blocking Joey with his body, relaxing when he saw Akali.
“He says he is,” Sol replied, frowning. “Could you watch the shop?”
When the dragon-shifter nodded, Sol gently picked Joey back up and took him to the back room he had noted when he had come before.
“Is it alright if I use magic to check you?” he asked softly, scanning Joey’s face.
"Mm… yeah, sure…" Joey closed his eyes, obviously a little out of it. "Does it hurt? What's it gonna do to me? What are you checking for?" He asked curiously after a few seconds of processing.
Sol chuckled softly at the angel’s curiosity.
“You might feel a slight tingle, but it won’t hurt. I’m essentially scanning your body with magic to check for injury, illness, or physiological strain.”
"Okay…" Joey shifted a bit to be more comfortably, hugging his stomach with his arms and hoping that the process wouldn't take too long. He hadn't eaten anything of substance for ages, and not having drank anything this morning seemed to have tipped him over the edge.
Sol raised his hands to the sides of Joey’s head, a soft white light radiating from them. Closing his eyes, he slowly moved his hands down Joey’s body without touching him.
What his magic found concerned him. Joey was neither sick nor injured, but his body was incredibly weak, lacking in the needed nutrients and energy.
“Oh, estello,” Sol murmured.
"Mmmmm… am I dying…?" He asked with a weak laugh, curling in on himself a bit more. He looked especially small with his wings hidden, and it exposed just how thin he was. "What's your magic telling you?"
Sole’s heart clenched and he gently cupped Joey’s face, hands no longer glowing.
“No, estello, no,” he said softly. “You’re just dehydrated weak from lack of nutrients. Sweetheart, I know you don’t want to, but I need you to have something.”
"Mmmmmm…" Joey whined and curled up more, shaking his head a bit. "Don't wannaaaaa…" His stomach growled angrily and he wrapped his arms more tightly around himself, huffing indignantly. "I'm fine."
Sighing, Sol pulled Joey into his arms and moved so that he was sitting in the chair holding Joey.
“Estello, you’re not fine,” he said gently. “Your body is too weak. You need to at least have a smoothie or something. I’ll get you anything you want.”