☭o45| После бури, хорошую погоду; после скорби, радости

[moskva_prince]

It has been well over a couple days since the whole Zombie ordeal, but Dimitri is still confined to his bed. At the time the adrenaline masked the pain, but now since that wore off, he's stuck with have terrible aches in his back and shoulders. The bruises on his side are still healing, but his arm is another story

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don't worry! we all have our slumps, bb! <:3c you can do it!!

[sewards]

[[that's where you're wrong, ol' pal! aly, being the nagging, annoying caring, compassionate, and loving person she is, will happily check up on dimitri at any chance she gets.

she knocks at his door.]] Dimitri! It's me! I came to see how you're doing...

;~; thanks bb, it's why I haven't been online much

[moskva_prince]

{He grumbles, covering his head with a pillow.}

The door is unlocked.

awhh, take as much time as you need! we all need a bit of down time~

[sewards]

[[she happily lets herself in.]] You sound annoyed. How's your arm, is it doing better?

alright ;3;

[moskva_prince]

A little...it's hot in here, my back is aching me, and I think my arm is infected. If that isn't enough to get someone annoyed, then I don't know what is. I guess I'm not that great at tending to wounds like I used to be. Or rather none of my good for nothing cities are around to help their capital.

[chernobylite]

[after her own long nap, she'll be knocking on the door, carrying a platter of food with all her might. this is more a thank you for his help, however brief it may have been, during all of this, in Nebojsa's absence.]

Dimitri.. ?

[moskva_prince]

{He lays there silently for a minute, then rolls over on his back. Rubbing at his eyes, he sighs.}

You can come in the door is unlocked.

[chernobylite]

[pushing her way in softly, she indicates the food with a sigh.]
I brought some food... if you want it..

[moskva_prince]

{Glancing over at the tray, he rubs at his arm.}

Um...thank you, just sit it anywhere...

[sibirtigger]

He stands at Dimitri's door, silent except for the rustling of his pants as he shifts. His usual coat has indeed been forgone for a plain black tank-top.

He waits for the other to acknowledge him, before speaking.

[moskva_prince]

[Opening his eyes, he gives the other a nod.]

Yes?

[sibirtigger]

"I... wanted to thank you, for assisting Praskoviya in my absence."

[moskva_prince]

{He waves his hand lazily through the air.}

You're welcome...it would not have been right to just through her to the wolves. Even if she thinks she can do things on her own.