cure for the itch

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

[Demyx makes a terrible patient, really. he was lucky enough to get some help patching himself up after his last fight, but now he's just irritatingly sick.

the contents of the kitchen cabinets are tossed all over various counters and he's boosted himself up onto one so he can reach the small cupboards above the fridge. he's looking for something to soothe a sore throat - the hood of his jacket pulled stubbornly up over his head, weighing down his messy hair and muffling the occasional raspy cough.

while one hand is busy grasping at various useless herbs and spices, the other is scratching constantly at his side where the stitches used to be. all that's left of the bullet wound is a half-healed scab that he can't stop picking at. finally fed up, he drops down to the floor and takes a quick look around before yanking up his shirt and peeling at his side in earnest, working the latest layer off the freshly healed skin]

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[stillwiththem.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[raises an eyebrow as she walks in, in search of a snack and maybe a drink.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Nothin'.

[stillwiththem.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. Right.

[laughs quietly, making her way over.]

You're sounding a little rough there. Sick?

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Guess I caught something. Throat's sore.

[stillwiththem.livejournal.com]

Want me to make you some tea?

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

That'd be nice, actually.

Sorry I keep making myself such a nuisance.

[stillwiththem.livejournal.com]

It's no problem, really.

[finds an electric kettle and fills it before plugging it in and going to search for tea.]

I'm glad to be able to help.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Well, thank you again. It's really nice of you.

[stillwiththem.livejournal.com]

[smiles and shakes her head, gathering tea and then honey before going to search in the fridge.]

Like I said, no problem. Do you need another Cure?

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Do Cures fix colds?



Or, you know, really irritating itches?

[stillwiththem.livejournal.com]

[laughs a little, pulling out a bottle of lemon juice while the kettle starts whistling. she heads over to it and turns it off, retrieving a mug. once the tea starts steeping, she turns to look at him with a slightly raised eyebrow.]

You know there's lotions and stuff for itches, right?

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Lotions are for girls.

But, ah. Nah. This scab is just really annoying. And I have horrible habits.

[stillwiththem.livejournal.com]

[rolls her eyes and steals the mug back just long enough to add the honey and lemon before handing it back over to him.]

Horrible habits like picking scabs. Tsk.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Yeah, like that.

[stillwiththem.livejournal.com]

But I guess it's better than... picking your nose or something.

[grins, making herself a mug as well, even though she feels perfectly fine.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Gross. C'mon, I'm not that much of a pig.

[stillwiththem.livejournal.com]

I'd hope not.

[sips at her own tea, vowing to make it again in the future. she hadn't realized how much she'd missed the taste.]

And I also hope you haven't been getting shot at or anything anymore.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Heh, nope. I've been good.



Scout's honor.

[stillwiththem.livejournal.com]

[laughs.]

Good. I'd hate to find you trying to patch yourself up again.