a downside to everything

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

[Hey, look who it is, hanging out in a common room in his 'family' hallyway. He got sick of laying in bed, so now he's propped up on a sofa, his left arm still heavily wrapped in bandages, as well as part of his chest. There's some crafting materials scattered about because he was trying to do a bit of work on presents, but he had to stop when what's left of his arm started to hurt.]

... ugh... dammmit...

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[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[You're getting an eye roll at that.]

Alright, I'll stop babying you after the snack.

What would you like?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I dunno. Something good. You can surprise me.

*when he asks for it, it's okay*

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Of course :|;]

Okay, I'll be back in a little bit, then.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Namine!

*he's quite cheerful now*

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Ri, you're such a derp sometimes. In a couple minutes she'll return with easy-to-eat foods, like a bowl of stew, crackers, and some bread on the side. There's also a glass of milk and a bottle of water. Namine just brings her tray of food over to him and sets it down on the table nearby.]

Here you go.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

*he eyes the offerings... then eats some bread first, since he's one-handed at the moment*

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[... notices that.]

Do you need help with that?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*goes a bit pink and tries to sit up straighter*

I can eat bread on my own.

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

I wasn't talking about the bread.

[Gives him a look.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

But I was.

*trying to avoid the Look!*

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

Okay, so what about the rest.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*dammit*

... my arm sorta hurts.

>_>;;

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

Then don't be embarrassed--

[Grabs the bowl and spoon, holding up a spoonful of it ready for him.]

-- this is just me mother henning.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

You don't have to feed me! I can use a spoon, I just can't hold the bowl!

*would flail if that wouldn't hurt so damn much*

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Gives him another 8|; look, but just puts the spoon back in it and holds the bowl. ]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*still looks embarrassed over his condition but stuffs the last bit of bread into his mouth so he can pick up the spoon*