[ defenseless and outnumbered, Law shuts his eyes and whines when Rinwell pulls on his hair. there's simply no one to blame but himself for that little slip of the tongue, drugged up or not. when he opens his eyes again, they almost don't even open at the same speed, first one and then the other—he's out of it. talk about not pushing yourself too hard, but Law wouldn't be Law if he wasn't up and being The Most, running his yap when he shouldn't be. ]
Because he didn't get sick...! He looked happier and fluffier after that, actually, so it obviously helped him bulk up. Which is what I need if I'm gonna survive this. I can't even work out.
[ or it made him fat/bloated, but okay. ]
Besides, I didn't say I did it. I'm not gonna rat on who did, though. I'm no snitch.
[ and then he looks directly, deliriously at Alphen. ]
[Oh no. No, why would you do this? Law?! Alphen has a look like a kid with a hand caught in the cookie jar, and he glances verrry briefly in Rinwell's direction, trying to look away before she notices--
It was...nice knowing you guys.
This...is fine. Fine. Just Fine. M-maybe, uh, a change of subject is in order? Perhaps?]
You're not supposed to be working out. Once your body heals, you'll be back to training in no time. Until then...the more you take it easy, the faster you'll get better.
[ Snitches get a second tug on that fashionably inexplicable hair lock, before wide brown eyes turn on Alphen. HOW COULD YOU. ]
We talked about this! [there was a campfire skit and everything!] He'll get sick, bread is bad for birds, especially ones his age!
[ It's a good thing Rinwell's aware enough that they're in a medical center, and isn't about to call down her artes here, but the disappointed look she shoots the swordsman promises an earful later.
(At the window, a feathery ball slumps. Darn it, you guuuuuys...she's never going to let him have treats now!)
Letting go of Law's hair, there's a brief ruffle of her palm across soft spikes, fingers pushing his locks back from his forehead and eyes, before Rinwell retreats back to her seat proper. ]
I haven't figured out how to make icecream here yet, so I can't offer you that— [humidity is the WORST, and so's a lack of cold box.] —but there has to be a middle ground, food wise, we haven't thought of.
[ HE DIDN'T MEAN TO OKAY!!! he doesn't know what his eyes are doing!! it's honestly shameful, if this were Cyslodia he'd deserve every bad thing that happens to him for this shoddy performance. but luckily for him (and everybody), this is not Cyslodia, and they won't have to deal with Cyslodia or any of its problems ever again.
(haha unless)
at the second tug, and also the shouting, Law whines a little louder, but he's so medicated he can't much feel it anyway, so at least there's that. even if he could, the whine is mostly affected for pity's sake, anyway. it's his only weapon when they can't get into slappy-hands fights and bickering like they usually would. besides... did he just get pet after that? he blinks once, twice, three times like someone flashed a camera in his face as Rinwell's hand leaves his peripheral vision again. ]
Uhh...
[ earth to law... sinking back into his pillow, he just shuts his eyes altogether for a moment. ]
It's okay. I'm just glad you guys are here, honestly. You're gonna stay for a minute, right?
[Aw, man, Alphen knows that look for sure. He's gonna be hearing about this all the way back to Coba, whenever they get there, however long it takes.]
I know, I know! It's just-- he had those big eyes and he kept staring while I was eating, and he looked really happy, so...
[Listen, you guys already knew he was a pushover with stuff like this, right? And Hootle is super cute. You can't really blame him for falling for that look. Right??
Still, in spite of his impending doom, he watches his two younger friends with a kind of fond look on his face. The circumstances are...bad, it's true, but the three of them being able to be together like this...it's nice. He didn't really realize how much he missed this. It feels incomplete, of course -- even with all of them here, it would, without Kisara. But it's still a nice change.]
A middle ground...maybe like a soup? Or a stew? Meat cooked that long tends to be more tender and easy to eat, right?
[ Don't fall for the cute eyes of the adorable sidekick! Ugh. Rinwell is Very Disappointed in you, big brother Alphen, and that much is clear from the Look she gives him. ]
That doesn't mean it's good for him, even if he likes it. Too much of a bad thing is really unhealthy!
[ Given the lectures she used to get about her sugar consumption, one might call her a bit of a hypocrite, save that she burns those calories quickly. Or did; she's had less sugary goodness here (and she's craving). But owls are much more delicate, and if he got sick...
Speaking of sick: there's a faint look of panic that gets sent Alphen's way when Law 404s and then sinks back into the pillows. She'd tried to be gentle! It's not her fault, is it?
..No, he's simply in the throes of recovery from grievous injury. ]
For as long as it takes you to get better. Maybe even back into fighting form, if you need it. [Rinwell keeps her voice even, trying to be reassuring. She for one has no plans to go anywhere.] I'll ask Zephyr and Dohalim what'd work well for that, I'm sure we can come up with something.
[ She's already had a thought about those little pita pockets she'd brought him from Coba once.. ]
[ Sorry for unleashing hell on you Alphen. It's always a truly wild day when he's not the one getting lectured, and better yet when he gets to listen to someone else talk themselves into a deeper pit of gonna-get-electrocutedness, but it's kind of less funny when he accidentally ratted them out and also kinda doesn't fully know how they even got to this point. He has next to no control over what his face is doing, which also explains the Law.exe malfunction that Rinwell's so worried about, and also how completely drousy and dumbfounded he looks when he opens his eyes again. It's such a slow blink, he almost blinks one eye and then the other out of sync. ]
Aww, man... don't talk about tender meat when I'm dyyyyingggg.
[ He means dying from wanting to eat that, not the... the "dying" that he very literally was only a couple of days ago, and all of... that. All things considered, and maybe this is just the meds talking, but he doesn't feel so dying-ish in the other, bad way right now at all, something he'd like to attribute to the company of his friends more than anything else. ]
Fighting form... I hope I can get back to training soon. They said my leg's broken, and my arm, i-it, uh... is bad. And I had to have some kind of surgery or something? I dunno. I don't care. I just feel like a blob laying here sleeping all the time.
[Well at least the electrocution won't hurt...?? Except his pride. He sighs -- sorry Hootle. Blame Law for your snack flow decreasing.]
You're right, Rinwell. Sorry.
[He can't help but smile at Law getting all super dramatic like this, though, because that's closer to what he'd expect. Typical, right? Chewed up and spit out by a wyvern, and he's complaining about being hungry...some things don't change. Alphen nods in Rinwell's direction to indicate his agreement.]
Rinwell's right. We're staying for the long haul. One of the neighbors is looking out for the chickens and the garden, so there's nothing to worry about.
[And boy if he doesn't sympathize with that feeling -- it wasn't so long ago that he was laid up with bandages all over, unable to do pretty much anything for a frustratingly long period of time.]
I know it's no fun to be stuck in bed, but if you try to do too much right now, it'll just make recovery take longer. Don't worry. You'll be back to training before you know it -- and I'll be first in line to go toe-to-toe with you.
[ Poor Hootle, his under the table treats will be no more...at least, until Alphen can be convinced by large innocent eyes again. As it is, there's a huff for both boys, Rinwell folding her arms across her chest as she pouts.
It drops quickly enough, head bobbing agreement. ]
You'll be sick of us by the time you're back up on your feet. But until then, you need to relax and rest. You can't push it too hard or fast before you're properly healed, or it might not heal right.
[ She presses an index finger to her chin. ]
I bet I can find some good books for you to read from the libraries!
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Date: 2022-04-15 05:16 pm (UTC)Because he didn't get sick...! He looked happier and fluffier after that, actually, so it obviously helped him bulk up. Which is what I need if I'm gonna survive this. I can't even work out.
[ or it made him fat/bloated, but okay. ]
Besides, I didn't say I did it. I'm not gonna rat on who did, though. I'm no snitch.
[ and then he looks directly, deliriously at Alphen. ]
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Date: 2022-04-15 06:11 pm (UTC)It was...nice knowing you guys.
This...is fine. Fine. Just Fine. M-maybe, uh, a change of subject is in order? Perhaps?]
You're not supposed to be working out. Once your body heals, you'll be back to training in no time. Until then...the more you take it easy, the faster you'll get better.
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Date: 2022-04-15 06:32 pm (UTC)We talked about this! [there was a campfire skit and everything!] He'll get sick, bread is bad for birds, especially ones his age!
[ It's a good thing Rinwell's aware enough that they're in a medical center, and isn't about to call down her artes here, but the disappointed look she shoots the swordsman promises an earful later.
(At the window, a feathery ball slumps. Darn it, you guuuuuys...she's never going to let him have treats now!)
Letting go of Law's hair, there's a brief ruffle of her palm across soft spikes, fingers pushing his locks back from his forehead and eyes, before Rinwell retreats back to her seat proper. ]
I haven't figured out how to make icecream here yet, so I can't offer you that— [humidity is the WORST, and so's a lack of cold box.] —but there has to be a middle ground, food wise, we haven't thought of.
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Date: 2022-04-15 09:17 pm (UTC)(haha unless)
at the second tug, and also the shouting, Law whines a little louder, but he's so medicated he can't much feel it anyway, so at least there's that. even if he could, the whine is mostly affected for pity's sake, anyway. it's his only weapon when they can't get into slappy-hands fights and bickering like they usually would. besides... did he just get pet after that? he blinks once, twice, three times like someone flashed a camera in his face as Rinwell's hand leaves his peripheral vision again. ]
Uhh...
[ earth to law... sinking back into his pillow, he just shuts his eyes altogether for a moment. ]
It's okay. I'm just glad you guys are here, honestly. You're gonna stay for a minute, right?
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Date: 2022-04-21 04:58 pm (UTC)I know, I know! It's just-- he had those big eyes and he kept staring while I was eating, and he looked really happy, so...
[Listen, you guys already knew he was a pushover with stuff like this, right? And Hootle is super cute. You can't really blame him for falling for that look. Right??
Still, in spite of his impending doom, he watches his two younger friends with a kind of fond look on his face. The circumstances are...bad, it's true, but the three of them being able to be together like this...it's nice. He didn't really realize how much he missed this. It feels incomplete, of course -- even with all of them here, it would, without Kisara. But it's still a nice change.]
A middle ground...maybe like a soup? Or a stew? Meat cooked that long tends to be more tender and easy to eat, right?
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Date: 2022-04-21 07:26 pm (UTC)That doesn't mean it's good for him, even if he likes it. Too much of a bad thing is really unhealthy!
[ Given the lectures she used to get about her sugar consumption, one might call her a bit of a hypocrite, save that she burns those calories quickly. Or did; she's had less sugary goodness here (and she's craving). But owls are much more delicate, and if he got sick...
Speaking of sick: there's a faint look of panic that gets sent Alphen's way when Law 404s and then sinks back into the pillows. She'd tried to be gentle! It's not her fault, is it?
..No, he's simply in the throes of recovery from grievous injury. ]
For as long as it takes you to get better. Maybe even back into fighting form, if you need it. [Rinwell keeps her voice even, trying to be reassuring. She for one has no plans to go anywhere.] I'll ask Zephyr and Dohalim what'd work well for that, I'm sure we can come up with something.
[ She's already had a thought about those little pita pockets she'd brought him from Coba once.. ]
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Date: 2022-04-22 05:14 pm (UTC)Aww, man... don't talk about tender meat when I'm dyyyyingggg.
[ He means dying from wanting to eat that, not the... the "dying" that he very literally was only a couple of days ago, and all of... that. All things considered, and maybe this is just the meds talking, but he doesn't feel so dying-ish in the other, bad way right now at all, something he'd like to attribute to the company of his friends more than anything else. ]
Fighting form... I hope I can get back to training soon. They said my leg's broken, and my arm, i-it, uh... is bad. And I had to have some kind of surgery or something? I dunno. I don't care. I just feel like a blob laying here sleeping all the time.
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Date: 2022-04-26 05:10 pm (UTC)You're right, Rinwell. Sorry.
[He can't help but smile at Law getting all super dramatic like this, though, because that's closer to what he'd expect. Typical, right? Chewed up and spit out by a wyvern, and he's complaining about being hungry...some things don't change. Alphen nods in Rinwell's direction to indicate his agreement.]
Rinwell's right. We're staying for the long haul. One of the neighbors is looking out for the chickens and the garden, so there's nothing to worry about.
[And boy if he doesn't sympathize with that feeling -- it wasn't so long ago that he was laid up with bandages all over, unable to do pretty much anything for a frustratingly long period of time.]
I know it's no fun to be stuck in bed, but if you try to do too much right now, it'll just make recovery take longer. Don't worry. You'll be back to training before you know it -- and I'll be first in line to go toe-to-toe with you.
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Date: 2022-04-28 09:09 pm (UTC)It drops quickly enough, head bobbing agreement. ]
You'll be sick of us by the time you're back up on your feet. But until then, you need to relax and rest. You can't push it too hard or fast before you're properly healed, or it might not heal right.
[ She presses an index finger to her chin. ]
I bet I can find some good books for you to read from the libraries!