w1 curfew: fóód court

[naeddre]

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[inquired]

[ oh my god ]

If Arthur is mother hen, what does that make you? Sister chicken, perhaps...?

[naeddre]

[it's not emotionshare but he can probably see the little anime annoyance vein in her forehead]

Silence, worm.

[inquired]

Oh, right. My apologies, little lamb.

[naeddre]

[DIE

fucking FLICKS HIS NOSE.]

[inquired]

[ no, i'm fucking with you he just winces a little and then continues to look pleased with himself as he eats his government assigned chicken nugget ]

[naeddre]

[STOP IT AAAAAAA

she's all sulky and rude but

she also is pressed up so close to his side that it's probably uncomfortable for him. sorry, bud.]

[inquired]

[ eh. if it's uncomfortable, he doesn't show it. same old placid smile, same old relaxed, calm exterior, even as he is practically being forcefed. he's just radiating these waves of calm, even without emotionshare anymore, though... he's not sitting up as straight as he usually does, and does kind of list lightly into her side, sagging a little.

tired.... exhausting evening. my sp and hp drain. ]

[naeddre]

[carefully, she shifts her shoulder so he can rest his head there if he wants.]

[inquired]

[ it takes a little bit, but... he does! and in fact, he falls asleep like that, a good hour before curfew even hits. zzz ]

[naeddre]

[... makes sure the blankets are covering him and brings her hand up to absently run her fingers through his hair as they sit.]