sticksandbones | [netbook] soups that could make you forgive your father

why dont that surprise me, huh?

[Shut the fuck up YOU would do it again too.]

you say that as if i havent spent my entire life sleepin on sand
im comin over

The door is unlocked :O I have a lot of soup now ^^

Bring more blankets if you have them :O

[If he's not under ten to twenty pounds of weight right now his anxiety is going to make him explode, A.B.A told him he was going to die so—]

[Thank god someone made him soup so he wouldn't burn his damn room down-

Wolfwood will drag his ass up off the couch though, grabbing a blanket from it that has only a bit of dog hair before heading out into the rain. He's going to try to powerwalk so he doesn't get too wet (please for the love of god just invest in an umbrella why are you like this) as he heads for the Inn, eventually making it there relatively unscathed. Damp, but otherwise fine.

Then it's up to Ain's room, knocking softly on the door before pushing it open.]

Oi...Angel? You awake?

[From the absolute puddle of blankets on the floor in the living room pops out one (1) fluffy lil head, sniffly and feverish. There are pots of soup off against the wall since they can't sit on the furniture, and Ain has become one with like ten different blankets.]

Nikolauuuuus...

[He sounds like the most pathetic little bug, like yes Wolfwood saw him the morning after when the symptoms started to set in, but man they have set in now.]

[Oof. Buddy...

Wolfwood shakes his head a little as he pulls the door shut behind him, tossing the blanket over one shoulder as he makes his way inside. He's giving the furniture a wide berth right now because fuck all of you, tossing the extra blanket on top of wherever Ain is under the heap before sinking into a lopsided sit alongside him. At least he can't be worried about getting sick when they're both sick.]

It really got you bad, huh?

[With his throat all hoarse as he, what else, flattens himself into Wolfwood's side and shivers:]

Yeah... haha, I was sicker after we left the Abyss, though. It's basically a hole in the Demon Realm, it's hard to explain, but me and the El Search Party were apparently the only people to go in there and survive it. I guess as a consequence, we fell ill pretty much immediately after climbing out.

I shouldn't be able to get human-sick, though! This sucks.

[He appreciates the extra blanket, and also:]

Someone in the notebook said I'm dying. [He sounds legitimately concerned about this.]

[God, Elrios is so fucking weird.

Wolfwood, meanwhile, lets Ain come in close, lifting his arm so he can get under it and he can wrap his arm around his torso proper. If nothing else, yall can share feverish body heat.]

You ain't gonna die. Especially if this is less bad than whatever you had then.

[Again he reiterates: everyone on that post is going to hell.]

You might feel like you're dyin', but you won't actually.

[In a tiny voice:]

But they were pretty sure... I don't recognize the handwriting, haha... they must be a doctor. Or a warrior from somewhere.

Will you be sad when I'm dead? [Xanax. Please take a Xanax.]

[Note to self: go to the clinic and find this boy some anxiety medication.]

You ain't dyin', Ain.

[He gives Ain a little squeeze, tugging him closer to his side.]

Whoever said that either didn't know what they were talkin' about, or was fulla shit. Or both.

[He'd wager both.]

...I'd miss you. But you ain't gonna die, so that don't matter.

[Looks at Wolfwood with his big, wet eyes...]

But how do you know.

[Doom spirals doom spirals doom spirals—]

[Wolfwood sighs...and tugs the blanket a little more securely around Ain. Shhhh soft voice small baby bird thank you.]

If I thought you were in real trouble, I'd've brought you to the clinic by now. Hell, my ass would be there too.

[Not for lack of trying to be anywhere else, but hey.]

You're fine. If you don't believe it, believe me instead.

[At least the blanket nest is comfortable. It doesn't feel like laying on the floor, but Ain is also burritoed up in them to the point where he might have to untangle himself if he ever wants to get up and leave. He's like, nesting in there.]

Okay...

[But what if angels are allergic to human illnesses—]

...at least we can be sniffly and have no furniture together, huh?

Yeah. Exactly.

[He doubts anything else he could say will help Ain feel much better, but at least he's trying...he is, as Mizuki might say, "making an effort".]

You should have some of that soup, if you haven't. It'll make you feel better.

I was picking at it earlier... haha, it's not like I have anything to heat it up on unless I start a fire.

[The stove on the kitchenette might work but Ain sort of doesn't know how stoves work, he's realising.]

[Wolfwood SIGHS again...and starts to peel himself carefully out of the blanket nest, temporarily.]

Got any pref on which one I heat up?

[He's just doing this now, do not argue with him-]

Nuh-uh. Pick whichever, they're all against the wall, haha.

[Good thing that Ain, who is a Giant Baby about this, has a man to take care of him. Yaaay.]

[Don't worry Ain, he's gotchu.

Wolfwood makes his way over and picks a soup at random, which ends up being something hearty but comforting like a potato or cream-vegetable soup or something. He hefts the pot and carts it over to the stove to get heated, because even if he doesn't often have access to such amenities back home, he knows how to use one. It'll take a bit of time to heat through, so he'll have to stand there babysitting it with a spoon for a bit.

Just like a real malewife.]

...where's your dog at by the way? Kinda surprised he didn't try to tear through the door when I came in.

[Thank god, one of these two has to malewife and it's not gonna be Ain. He can sew and garden but he needs to be kept away from cooking, at least until someone teaches him how things work and then he'll be pretty okay at it.

He scoots the blanket nest along the floor until he can see Wolfwood more clearly. Like a worm.]

I think he's digging holes in the rain. He really likes this weather. I guess it doesn't matter for him, 'cause he's a magical creature and all. He's been playing with Zinnia lately...

[Sniffle snoffle.]

[Stirring stirring stirring the soop.]

Guess that makes sense. Better be ready for him to come to your door soppin' wet and covered with mud, though.

[This is why he tries (key word: try) to keep Angelina in when it's storming like this. She would get the house SO dirty.]

He probably will pretty soon. That's why I leave it unlocked so he can just... get in.

[He will open the door and owldog screech and run in circles and be so excited that Wolfwood is here! Yaaay!]

He likes to roam, haha. [You know, exactly like Ain does.]

Like father like son, huh.

[He is not even a little bit surprised. The similarities are uncanny.

Anyway he will get that soup warm enough to his liking that he thinks it's edible- not scorching, but not like cold either- and switch the stove back off so he can spoon some into a couple bowls for them both. He's not super hungry himself, but something something about eating together.

He'll drag his way back over, prosthetic clonking against the wood floor as he sinks back down next to Ain, offering him one of the bowls.]

Lemme know if that's hot enough.

[That's what happens when you are emotionally linked with your magic dog.

Ain sits up from the blanket nest and takes the bowl, holding it in his hands for a minute too long because his fingers are cold, before he finally bothers to take a bite. Thank God other people here can cook. He was told that human remedies for colds are soup and that gross grape medicine, but Ain does not like the grape medicine so he's only doing the soup route.

At least warm soup makes colour return to his face bit by bit.]

It's good, haha. Thank—

[The door whips open.

Dachie stands triumphantly in the doorway, stanced up as fuck. He's sopping wet with his feathers and fur clinging to his frame, making him look fifteen times thinner than he actually is.

He sees Wolfwood.

He barks. Hi. :> ]

Well. Speak of the devil.

[Oh my god he looks SO stupid. Look at him. Wolfwood snorts as he lifts one leg up against his chest, spooning some more soup into his mouth.]

T-minus five seconds before the whole living room is covered in water.

[And so they will eat in relative peace as Dachie continues to Perceive them both, barks one last time, crouches low... and zips into the room, running in wide arcs around the duo while owldog-shrieking the entire time. BARK BARK BARK BARK he says. BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK.

Then he stops, still stanced up and wet.

He looks at Wolfwood with his head-empty no-thoughts lookin' eyes.

And he begins to shake himself dry. Downfeathers go flying. Water sprays the both of them, but especially Wolfwood. Dachie fluffs up ten sizes afterwards and immediately sits on the corner of one of the blankets like :> ]

[Why. Why are you like this.

Wolfwood tries to shield his face with his arm, but it only does so much to stop the deluge of water he's been sprayed with. This is Angelina behavior, he should NOT be surprised, and yet here he sits...wet and frowning.

And now Dachie is loafed on the edge of the blanket, staring at him.]

You pleased with yerself?

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