god damn me

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

[here comes this mummy with bandages all down his arms and legs, over his torso and the bridge of his nose. if you look closely, you can see the blood beginning to show on the more tender parts of his wounds, all stitched and aching. his voice is completely shot, and he's limping so slowly to the kitchen.]

{ooc; got into a fight with interrogatingly}

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[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[pulls his hand back, nodding a little. he nods, and then looks over his shoulder for a second before looking back down]

...Okay. I'll uh...hold on a second.

[and he turns, disappearing for a minute or two. when he comes back, he's got a plate in his hand with two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. he offers them quietly]

...I'm no cook, but it's food. And if you don't want help, you should at least sit down before you make things worse

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

[he makes a small hungry noise of appreciation as he bites into a sandwich, using it to silence himself as he slides slowly back down the wall and seats himself. it's painful, really painful, but it'll do.]

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[takes a step back]

...You're sure you don't need any help?

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

M'fine.

[chows down, needing all the energy he can get from what the food has to offer.]

.. thanks.

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[he nods once]

...No problem.

[...if he doesn't want help, there's nothing else he can do, so he turns walks away]

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

[he'd ask him to stay, but that'll just make him look weak and burden the blond with feeling uncomfortable. it's times like this he wished Olette was around to stroke his hair and baby him. he missed it badly.]