Stomachache and More

[angel_crow]

I-I don't feel so good... My stomach hurts really bad... And I'm so... hungry...

((OOC: Cooro was trying to work, but his hunger/illness kind of prevents him from doing it very well, so uh... now he's laying on the edge of a rubbery rooftop, trying to recover.))

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[i_will_rockyou]

...Yo, kid, you might want to find a safer place to nap.

[angel_crow]

My stomach... hurts... too much...

[i_will_rockyou]

You, too, eh, kid?

...Still, not a good place to be laying around.

[angel_crow]

Urk...

[i_will_rockyou]

*Wants to walk away and leave him.*

...

*Feels guilty. Rolls his eyes and curses to himself.*

Want some help?

[angel_crow]

Y-yes please... *Pained wiggle*

[i_will_rockyou]

*Sighs.*

C'mon, kid, jump down here. I'll catch you.

[angel_crow]

Unng... *Rolls a little and falls off the edge*

[i_will_rockyou]

*Catches Cooro with one arm.*

Let's get this over with. What do you want to eat?

[angel_crow]

Food...

[i_will_rockyou]

...

Thanks. Informative. Eh, let's get going.

*Carries Cooro over his shoulder and into the apartment's cafeteria.*

[angel_crow]

*Too tired/ill/hungry to do much more than be limply carried off*

[i_will_rockyou]

Figures. Try to be nice and end up having to do all the work.

Kid, what do you want? Besides food. Sandwich? Burger? Fruit?

[angel_crow]

*Here, have an unconscious Cooro*

[i_will_rockyou]

*Facepalms.*

What the Hell did I get myself into? Should've just left him there.

*Sets Cooro in a chair. Not sitting, but just plopped there. Like he was some luggage, not a kid.*

Here, kid, best I could scrounge up with all the crap going on.

*Plops an apple on the table.*

[angel_crow]

*still unconscious, but hey, he'll be pretty happy when he wakes up*