December 29th | Evening
[ It's been nearly four weeks since Shiba's gotten his arms broken-- but now they're out of the casts. Be careful, the doctor says, Rosalie says. The bones are still weak.
Well in their prolonged disuse, they certainly felt weak. He couldn't really stand it anymore, he needed to do something besides carry trays of cookies around the bakery. So he grabbed his pillow and went out back behind the shop, into an alleyway dressed in just some loose jeans and a tank top despite the cold. Not that he felt it much-- besides, using his pillow as a punching bag to rebuild the feeling of muscles moving in his arms again was enough to work up something of a sweat, at least. ]
Well in their prolonged disuse, they certainly felt weak. He couldn't really stand it anymore, he needed to do something besides carry trays of cookies around the bakery. So he grabbed his pillow and went out back behind the shop, into an alleyway dressed in just some loose jeans and a tank top despite the cold. Not that he felt it much-- besides, using his pillow as a punching bag to rebuild the feeling of muscles moving in his arms again was enough to work up something of a sweat, at least. ]