Honey wherever you go, I know
While she munches away he rolls onto his back, resorting his junk and its containers back into something that's not quite so castrating. With the gut-wrenching ache of the assault still unwinding through him, he's content to starfish on the floor, head flopping over towards her, gaze leaping from spilled pepper to abandoned bit of meat. "Is it finished?" he wonders with a dizzying lilt to his voice, normally reserved for pulling off the Sound of Music spins in fields.
He can't quite tell if spice is actually being offered as a suggestion for help, or just in answer to his question, which is a resounding no. Since he can't quite picture her subjecting Spice to being his personal ball-cooler, he's safely certain it's the latter.
"No, no," he lifts on hand and it flops weakly at the wrist with the words. "I'm good. Just need. A minute." The temptation to pick up a pepper and flick it at her is one he resists in favor of laying still and not throwing up.
He can't quite tell if spice is actually being offered as a suggestion for help, or just in answer to his question, which is a resounding no. Since he can't quite picture her subjecting Spice to being his personal ball-cooler, he's safely certain it's the latter.
"No, no," he lifts on hand and it flops weakly at the wrist with the words. "I'm good. Just need. A minute." The temptation to pick up a pepper and flick it at her is one he resists in favor of laying still and not throwing up.
Kaisel
I'd give up half of forever, just to be with you
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
