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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 19, 2012 23:52:28 GMT -5
"Bloody hot- ha. I see what you did there." He forced a smile, tucking the towel tighter around his waist. He wasn't sure why he was so content to run around half naked around Dyson, to sleep naked with him in the bed. 'I've known of him for years, dreamed of him for years..' He was brought out of his thoughts by the question.
"Bandaids? I got ones with spider man on them.." He said, walking into the bathroom. He dug in the counter, yelping as he found an uncapped razor. He pressed his bleeding palm to his towel and continued to search through the counter, ignoring the stinging in his hand. He grabbed the boxes of bandaids, and carried them to the bed. "Uh, spider man and regular. This one has the butterflies though." He walked back to the bathroom, running his hand under water. He winced, then started to scrub it with soap.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 20, 2012 10:30:40 GMT -5
Dyson smirked just faintly, watching him go, waiting quietly. He fished in the box until he found several of the white, odd shaped bandages, and gently unwrapped the towel, not caring what Luc saw, which was actually a surprise.
He stretched his leg ou a bit with a grimace, starting mid thigh where the gash started, and carefully pinching the cut together with a band aids at intervals, up over his pelvis near far sensitive skin, and ending a little below his belly button.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 20, 2012 13:31:59 GMT -5
Luc dried his hand once he was content the wound was clean. He looked at it a moment to see if it would bleed, then grabbed a roll of gauze. He wrapped it around his hand a few times, then secured it with medical tape. He walked out of the bathroom, wiggling his fingers.
"You curse me. I come for your first born." He teased, leaning over to kiss him gently. "Breakfast? In bed, as your case may be?" He asked, walking over to the dresser to pull on a pair of pajama pants.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 20, 2012 13:44:06 GMT -5
Dyson smiled up at him, meeting the kiss gently. "Mm, sure," He murmured, gently wrapping the towel around himself again. He collapsed back on the bed.
"You want me to take off your sheets?"
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 20, 2012 14:00:37 GMT -5
"Nah, I'll get them." He said, kissing him gently before he walked into the kitchen. He rummaged through what he had, guessing eggs and sausage biscuits would do. He tapped his finger on the counter, trying to remember what you put in biscuits. He finally just grabbed the recipe from the box on the counter, gathering his things. Measuring and pouring them into the bowl, he began to mix them, then drop them onto a sheet tray. He put them in the oven and started the sausage. He scrambled the eggs, then pulled the biscuits out of the oven, almost burning himself. He fixed their plates and carried them into the bedroom.
"You need pain medicine?" He asked, handing him his plate.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 20, 2012 14:06:42 GMT -5
Dyson waited patiently, lost in thought as he studied the ceiling. He glanced up when Luc came in, shook his head and sat up. "No..I'm fine, right now," He mumbled, rubbing at his sore throat again. He just felt sick to his stomach.
He bit into his biscuit, chewing slowly, and swallowed before leaning over to kiss Luc's forehead.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 20, 2012 14:15:53 GMT -5
"I'm no cook, but it'll do, right?" He smiled, laying his head on Dyson's shoulder for a moment before he started into his food. He moved the blankets to the end, pulling one knee up under him. He sat his plate on the bed, leaning over it as he ate.
"This is why we didn't take my sheets off. I'm-.. in need of jelly." He got carefully off the bed, then started towards the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of jelly. He climbed back into bed, carefully squeezing it onto his biscuits. "Thank God for squeezy bottles." He said with a nod.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 20, 2012 14:20:24 GMT -5
Dyson laughed softly, usig his fork to bring a saugsage to his lips. "Yeah?" He huffed, smiling over at him a moment. He leaned back some, takig the plate off his lap, upper leg still sore from the fresh wound there.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 20, 2012 14:30:59 GMT -5
"Duh. You can get it like, perfect on toast and stuff. It came from heaven, I tell you." Not that he really believed in that. God wouldn't put someone so fucked up on Earth, as far as he was concerned. He leaned over his plate again, picking at his eggs. He made his way around the plate until he was finished, then pushed it away.
"Okay, full Luc is full." He said with a yawn.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 20, 2012 14:35:21 GMT -5
Dyson chuckled, stacking his own plate on top and collapsing back, rolling onto his side to hug Luc close. "You make everything better, you know? I dunno what I would have done last night. Or this morning."
He sighed thoughtfully, playing gently with Luc's hair. "You're adorable." A smile passed his lips.
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