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 Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:26 pm
When Aiden's done, Raf gets dressed and heads downstairs too.
Ty's awake now. he just doesn't want to admit it, because his head hurts.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:27 pm
Syd is so still asleep.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Aiden asks.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:29 pm
"What do you have?" Rafael asks, since that's somewhat relevant.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:30 pm
"My parents stocked me up pretty good." Aiden says, "So I can make mostly anything."
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:31 pm
So Rafael asks for a bunch of stuff, because he can eat lots.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:33 pm
And Aiden makes it. He also makes coffee, and pours some for himself and Rafael. When everything is almost ready, he turns to the spaniard. "Can you see if the twins are up?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:34 pm
Rafael nods. He goes upstairs, and Ty is awake, and clearly not feeling well. He hadn't taken the advil yet, so Raf goes over and helps him with that. He would help Ty to the washroom except he gets the distinct feeling that Ty's not dressed, so he shakes Syd, trying to wake him up.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:36 pm
Syd bats at Rafael in his sleep. He groans. "What the ******** do you want?" he says in a not quite conscious state.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:38 pm
"I want you to take care of your sick brother, because I don't want to deal with cranky naked ty." Rafael replies, continuing to pester Syd, "Now get up."
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:39 pm
"Ugh. ******** off, I'm getting up." Syd says grumpily. He sits up then winces. "God, I drank too much last night."
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:41 pm
"And yet, less than Ty. There's advil and water here." And since Syd's naked too, "I'm going to go. If you guys need help, get dressed first, ok?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:43 pm
"Okay." Syd says, rather than nodding, since that would hurt more.
While he was gone, Aiden placed all of the presents he'd bought for everyone at their usual seats at his table.
Syd takes his advil and lets his head pounding slow a little, then he gets himself dressed. "Ty? How are you doing?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:45 pm
"Not... well?" Tybalt replies. He refused to attempt movement, even after Rafael had made him take some advil.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:46 pm
"You going to throw up?" he asks ever so eloquently.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:47 pm
"...Maybe?" Tybalt replies, still not giving a straight answer, despite feeling massively ill.
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