abyssdressing | (no subject)

[lets himself get hauled back] [feeling pretty woozy and warmer then usual, burning up]

*helps him to the bed, then crosses his arms in thought. this is so akward. he'd prefer Asch to be yelling at him than be like this..* Uh, okay. Lemme see.. What the hell did the maids do when I was sick...?

[maybe he got sick from the lack of his coat, or maybe all the stress finally caught up with him. Either way he's too busy pulling the covers up, shivering a little and feeling a mixture of hot and cold to really think straight]

*starts by getting a couple of extra blankets and flopping them over Asch, then going for another pillow, his own, adding that to the bed before sitting on the edge to wonder what he should do next.*

[he has his eyes closed, so he can't exactly see what he's doing, but he suddenly felt like a lot of things were just placed onto the bed]

That's right! Guy kept going on about needing lots of liquids! *stands up suddenly at the question and dashes from the room.*

[and while he's doing that, he's going to shove off some of the extra blankets off the bed and snuggle the pillow you gave him, sniff]

*and Luke being Luke comes back with a pitcher of orange juice in one hand and a pitcher of water in the other. though with both hands full, he kind of forgot a glass for Asch to drink from.*

[opens his eyes just a little when he came back and smiles a little]

... *looks from the juice, to the water, then back again and sets them down on the dresser with a scowl, going a bit red in the face.* S-shuddup.. *aaand back he goes to get a glass.*

[chuckles lightly, looking at the pitchers on the dresser, grinning]

*grade C common sense is what we have here. the mumbling and grumbling drifts in from down the hall, getting louder once he returns with a glass. putting a hand on his hip, he waves the glass around randomly.* Okay, whadda ya want?

[he's still grinning, finding this amusing] [innocent smile]

....... *hear that fizzing? that's Luke's fuse getting even shorter.*

Fine. What do you want?

[he's too busy chuckling to hear it]

Tea. Okay. *stomps out, grinding his teeth irritably.*

[enjoying himself over here~] Unsweetened tea! And make sure it's hot tea!

*shouts back something incoherent, most likely some mix of insult and swear words.*

Language, Luke! [tease tease tease]

*answers him with a clearer swear and a teapot being slammed onto the stove.*

[well he heard that, and he hopes he didn't break something out there] Hey! Be careful out there!

I'm always careful! It's my middle name! *now he's busy making a racket, swearing some more under his breath.*

No it's not! [all this yelling is probably not good for him, but whatever! Redheads can't think logically right now]

How would you know? It's not like you- woah! HOLY HELL! *disaster Luke strikes again with a loud explosion, followed by smoke billowing down the hallway.*

[jolts upright from the noise] L-Luke!? [just starts to see the smoke in the hallway and slowly gets himself out of bed.] [rushes to the kitchen as fast as he could move]