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 Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 9:50 am
self-medicatingOliver took the offered seat without any of his usual nervous hesitation. "Hmm?" Some clarity and focus came to his eyes as he accepted the bag. Even just the smell was delicious. Candy and chips and soft drinks usually took precedence over baked goods when it came to his awful food choices, but he couldn't deny the aroma was tantalizing in it's own way. "Um. Thank you," he said, holding the bag between his arm cast and his body so he could grab a cookie with his good hand. He had to be careful with the IV, but thankfully he had enough focus for the task. Shoving the cookie into his mouth, he offered the bag back.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 10:21 am
Swiper No Swiping
Arorangi's brows drew together in a stubborn expression and he reached out and put his hand over Oliver's forehead.
"Sleep, then snacks," he said firmly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 12:03 pm
Swiper No SwipingOliver closed his eyes rather obediently. This was perhaps the best compromise for the worn out kid, all he had to do was stay there and he would have tasty snacks in no time. "Candy... on my desk..." he murmured, already starting to take his friend's advice.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 8:22 pm
tender loving cookies
A very friendly gesture, judging by the squeeze she gave. "Don't mind if I do," she all but crooned before leaving him be. "Any idea how long you're in for? I can only wait for so long before I demand that you compensate me for my heroics, after all."
pieces to pieces
"Naw," he said in jest, "just wanted to dangle the carrot in fronta ya n' then snatch it away. 'Course you can have it, man, it's borin' s'hell in here." Dawson would know, he had bribed Creedence with cheese puffs and the promise of a quest to get him out early. "You want me out, then?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 8:52 pm
cookiesThe squeeze and the words that followed may have had him swallowing the cookie in his mouth a lot sooner than he should have, and it scratched painfully in this throat all the way down, leaving him coughing into a raised arm while grabbing for a cup of water on the nearby hospital bed table with his free hand. He took a hasty sip, swallowed, coughed some more, and took a few more sips, his face turning a nice shade of pink in the process. "Ah, I am sorry." He gave her an apologetic look as well as a rather sheepish smile. "I, ah, got a little excited?" Well...in a way...Being nervous was sort of like being excited! Though now he was really digging himself in deep, and he knew he was, and he did not know what to do about it. "But a few days at least, it sounds like." He admitted, with a sigh, "But I promise you, I will find you after I am finally freed and reward you appropriately!" His idea of a reward and hers may not have quite been the same, though. Maybe. He'd soon find out, anyways. But he had a good feeling they were definitely not the same.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2015 8:52 pm
self-medicatingIt was the first time Tommy had seen the (slightly) younger man out about, so he took a moment to appreciate the fact that he had actually made the effort, smiling when the life intermediate sat down beside him, leaning over to give him just a light, friendly nudge with his shoulder. "See? Isn't this much nicer than laying in a bed all day?" He released the cookies to Oliver and shifted so that he could face him better, head tilting slightly to look at the other man's eyes, noting that they looked perhaps slightly glazed over, either from sleep or, more likely, drugs. When the bag was offered back, he shook his head and held up a hand, refusing to accept them. "No no, I am watching my figure." he joked (sort of) with a grin. "So, how are you feeling?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2015 1:36 pm
pieces to piecesOliver pulled the pencil out of the book's ringed binding a little awkwardly, testing the feel of it between the fingers on his casted hand. It was still difficult to grip anything, still too much pain and swelling. "N-no, um... I-I mean, uh, n-not i-if you're not busy... B-but i-if you are that's okay too! Uh..." The boy looked down sheepishly, flipping pages on the sudoku book. Truth be told, it was getting kinda lonely with Tommy out on one of his wandering trips.
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2015 1:46 pm
self-medicatingOliver nodded, the cookie slowly disappearing into his mouth as he stared off into space. The cookie was much better than lying in bed. It also seemed to have some restorative properties of it's own, when it was done the boy reached to take another with a little bit more enthusiasm. A zombie energized by satisfying it's craving for sugar. "I'm okay," he replied between bites, turning his head and looking at Tommy with a more alert expression. "Um... You are still here too, are you okay?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 9:20 pm
self-medicatingTommy watched Oliver devour his first cookie with a growing smile, which turned into a grin when he began on his second. Somehow, the sugary snack seemed to be revitalizing him, making the lifer suddenly more alert than he had been before. "Ah, no, I think I am fine now. It is just that they would like to keep me longer to make sure, I think. They do not trust me to rest once I am allowed to leave. I can not fathom why." His gaze slid over whatever of Oliver's injuries, bandaged or not, were still visible. "You must be allowed to leave soon?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 10:21 pm
tender loving cookies
Ah, Tommy was one of those types, wasn't he: sweet, sweet barks, but all gum and no teeth. Her favorite, honestly.
"I do hope I can make you more than a little excited," Nora said pleasantly, changing her game and laying it on thick just for entertainment purposes. "Here I would grill you on just how exactly you plan to reward me, but I do like surprises..." She lightly tapped his arm with a nail in thought.
"Later, yes. Delayed gratification only makes the gift sweeter, don't you agree? Still, I like having a few hints." Nora leaned forward again. "Are you a sweets sort of bloke or a favors one?"
pieces to pieces
Dawson pat his shoulder gently. "Bruh, slow down, yer worse than Leesha," he said with a chuckle. "Easy. I'll stick around, ain' gotta be anywhere fer a while anyway. Anythin' excitin' been happenin' down here?" Probably not, but it was his usual conversation starter. "Me, last time I was here, I actually got a nurse t'feed me like the spoon was an airplane. Well, she thought it was funny anyway, said I was cute..."
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