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"Oh, huh. So it's pretty much unpredictable," Anatoli murmured, and hoped his cousin would go easy on him. Being family, he'd recieve much gentler treatment, right? ...right?

"That would be wondaful," he yawned again, leaning over Antony to gently set the brush down on the nightstand. "Could ya wake me up tomorra night, as soon as tha sun sets? An' maybe bring food, as long as it's kosha..."

Like hell he was going to go to the cafeteria in such a weakened state after fasting.

"I don't exactly want ta be out an' about when I'll be gone without food fa' two days," Anatoli explained, sucking in his gut at the tickly tails as they brushed over his belly. "If not sleepin', I may just lay in bed and... uh, read or somethin'. Or watch TV on tha couch."

A day of bedrest would help him deal, hopefully. He'll survive, even if he'll practically be a zombie by the end of tomorrow. Scooting back onto the bed, he laid down on his side and dropped his head on the pillow. "No pork, no seafood. Fruit or somethin' would be good..." He trailed off as his eyelids began to droop.

Anatoli gave a small laugh. "I won't, unless I die or somethin'." It's unlikely that he'll fell sick, just tired and a bit miserable from not eating for two days and getting torn apart by a cat. He loosely pulled the sheets over him, and started to fall asleep.

He'd be out for a good while.

Throughout the day, Anatoli alternated between sleeping and being half-awake. Those moments of being half-awake, Anatoli spent trying to pray with the distraction of the squirrel. He was never awake for very long, dozing back off after half an hour or so.

Normally, he'd try sneaking some food at work or something during Yom Kippur. Today, though, he'd stay true to the fasting -- he did something that pissed G-d off, if the recent chain of events were any indication.

When given the chance to sift through the catalogues, he often picked the more modest, classically-styled bits of underwear. Anatoli preferred having something left to the imagination as well as complimenting the body... no matter how furry it was.

He dozed back off sometime around the late afternoon.

Anatoli roused from his slumber, his head feeling like a ten ton weight against the pillow as he slowly tried to sit up. The nudging either meant Antony wanted to show off more underwear, or the fasting was over. Tiredly turning over and looking to the other side of the bed, his eyes lit up as a smile crossed his face. He moved the pillow and propped it upright so he could lean on it, surveying the tray of food with ravenous eyes -- it was a veritable feast for the starving man, and without so much as a second thought he snatched up a handful of strawberries and popped one in his mouth.

"Ohhhh," he purred in a tone that was practically orgasmic, "Best strawberry I've eva eaten. You're a lifesava, Antony."

"Stiff, sore, but I don't think they'll kill me," Anatoli grinned as he licked the red juice off his fingers, puffing out his chest as much as he could despite the soreness and the bandages. "Now that I'm able ta eat again, at least I can do more than just loaf around all day. Maybe get out a little more, provided I can get a can a' peppa spray around heeah -- not that it'll do much good in keepin' tha cats offa me."

He finished off the strawberries and went for the chicken next, to give himself a more solid foundation for his meal.

"I could start carryin' a knife," Anatoli laughed dryly at the irony. As long as Antony didn't ask why, he wouldn't tell her about his embarassingly stupid actions that prompted the mauling in the first place. "I doubt I'm gonna get anythin' with teeth or claws ta defend myself with anyway."

He gave Antony a coy smile, after all he did help her choose new underwear. As distracting as it was when he was trying to pray, it was still something! "I'm old fashioned, I guess," he chuckles, brushing some hair behind his ear. "I like what leaves more to tha imagination."

"Great... can't trust nobody around here, can I?" Anatoli squinted, finishing off the chicken and reaching for some blackberries. Surely he'd have a wonderful time making friends here, and every new person met could be a game of "is this person going to try and kill me or not?" Russian roulette.

"I'm old-fashioned, but I got taste!" The man protested on the topic of underwear, "I'd ratha see stockings an' garters than gramma pants. I should show ya my vintage collection sometime if ya want any ideas fa' outfits..."