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[a reclusive ~~chinchilla~~ Riku has appeared! his hair is getting quite long and has been pulled into a sloppy braid. he's dressed in a worn sweater and jeans with holes in the knees, a small box of children's books tucked against his side and a couple stuffed animals riding on top of it. he looks tired, but seems to be functioning pretty well! who knows why he's been so... not around though. he has been here, however.]

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[he looks so relieved to hear that. but then worried again, not even a minute later.]

But I lost my other ears...

It was the spell on the arrow that did that. Those are probably your real ears, they've just had their shape changed.

[...does he need to give his kiddo some earscritches to help him relax?]

[he's never had earscritches before, but they would definitely help him feel better. he still has the arrow, unsure what to do with it.]

Then.. then I didn't lose them in the potty?

[that startles a laugh out of him and he shakes his head, scritching behind one of Riku's ears a bit.]

No, you didn't lose them. They're still right on your head.

[he looks startled for a second, then that ear twitches a little to the side to allow more access, Riku himself leaning into the touch. the base of his ear is even warmer than the rest of it, the heat of it a match for how warm the rest of his head is.]

That feels good, Daddy.

I know. Are you feeling alright? You're pretty warm.

[he's going to stop with the scritches to check on Riku's forehead, frowning again.]

[his forehead is as warm as the rest of him, which is definitely warmer than usual. he still hasn't raised his voice in all this time, either.]

My throat is sore.

I think you might be sick, kiddo.

[he sighs and picks Riku up. the box can wait.]

I can make you some warm milk and honey for your throat, if you'd like.

[he has shown very little interest in the box, a sure sign there's something not quite right. he'll be happy enough to let himself drape across Chichi's shoulder, resting his head there with a nod that can be felt more than seen.]

[well, he's going to shove the box into the room with his foot, then close the door and head to the kitchen with Riku in tow.]

[watch out for snipers! who knows what kind of ears Chichi will get if he gets a purple one, too.]

[or maybe he'd just wind up completely chinchilla! but no, no snipers ~~yet~~. as soon as they're at the kitchen, he'll be doing his best to set everything up without having to put Riku down.]

[he'll wrap his arms around Chichi's neck and shoulders while he does that, pressing his forehead against Chichi's neck. he really appreciates the effort, even if he isn't saying anything.]

[well, it won't take too long for him to get a cup of milk and honey into the microwave to be heated. just enough to make sure everything's nice and warm, of course. wouldn't want to burn Riku's tongue.]

[scalding his throat is definitely not the intended effect. he isn't dripping or coughing yet, but he does have a headache coming on to signal more to come. his eyes are half-lidded, watching Chichi's movements.]

[well, once the milk and honey is ready, he's going to bring it to the table and blow on it a bit, sitting down with Riku still on him.]

Here, come on. This will help make your throat feel better.

[he doesn't resist at all, drinking it slowly so he doesn't spill it. it does help a little, coating his throat. he looks a little more relaxed when he finishes it, at least. he still feels thirsty afterward though, and willing to push for something more familiar than a big-kid's cup.]

... can I have a sippy cup?

[his expression softens and he nods, holding onto him again to carry him to get that.]

Of course you can, kiddo.

[he's probably considered too big for one of those by a lot of people, but it's something familiar to him, like his stuffed paopu and his blankie. they're comforting, something a little kid can need a lot of, especially living here.]

How long do I gotta be sick?

I don't know, kiddo. Being sick is weird sometimes. It could be a couple days, or it could be a week.

[but here, Riku, have yourself a sippy cup from your worried Daddy.]

[he is about as happy as he's going to get like this, since he doesn't even want junk food right now. he just wants to be held and try to be comfortable, but the latter isn't very forthcoming.]

My head hurts.

I'm sorry, Riku. We can get some kid's medicine for you, if you want. Or we can go take a nap.

You too?

[getting medicine now would make for a good plan, actually. especially when he starts coughing and getting snotty.]

Me too, just in case you need anything.

[yeahhh medicine, then nap sounds good.]

[you're getting a hug, which is also sort of him just draping himself against you again, sippy cup cradled against his chest. his little ears seem to have perked up a bit, but there's no telling how that tail is doing when it's stuffed in his pants the way it is. he doesn't seem to be complaining about it, either way.]