You provide the envy and I'll provide the spite
WHO:Brad Crawford and Schuldig, and maybe Aya and Farf if they want.
WHAT:Morning reconciliation.
WHERE:The Safe House
WHEN:backlogged like OMG day 212
r of use.">
Schuldig woke up with pain, which was getting to be par for course here. It wasn’t just a your average headache, it really was up there, comparing to a violent migraine, the sort of pain where you wanted to smash your head against something, because that might hurt enough to take away from the pain ripping through your skull. He’d had that sort of behaviour trained out of him however, and he could think through the pain enough to function, but it was just a little too sharp today to sleep through. A little too focused, and the light coming in his room was a little too bright.
Schuldig usually lazed in bed when he was comfortably sleepy, snatching minutes or hours of extra sleep when he could. It made him late sometimes, which usually resulted in Crawford yelling at him. But try as he might, he couldn’t sleep like this, and there was no rest or comfort to get from lying around in bed. He took a moment to partition his mind, putting most of it to work repairing the damage he’d done recently, and used the rest to steer his body up out of bed and pulling on loose clothes, because he had no plans to go anywhere, and getting dressed was really just too much trouble right now with pain and sleep clouding his head.
He avoided the sore spot on his head where the bathtub had connected with it while untangling his hair with his fingers and padded quietly downstairs to search out the horrible coffee. It wouldn’t help the pain, but the somatic effect was enough to improve his mood. He was surprised when he saw Crawford sitting on the couch with a mug of coffee.
WHAT:Morning reconciliation.
WHERE:The Safe House
WHEN:backlogged like OMG day 212
r of use.">
Schuldig woke up with pain, which was getting to be par for course here. It wasn’t just a your average headache, it really was up there, comparing to a violent migraine, the sort of pain where you wanted to smash your head against something, because that might hurt enough to take away from the pain ripping through your skull. He’d had that sort of behaviour trained out of him however, and he could think through the pain enough to function, but it was just a little too sharp today to sleep through. A little too focused, and the light coming in his room was a little too bright.
Schuldig usually lazed in bed when he was comfortably sleepy, snatching minutes or hours of extra sleep when he could. It made him late sometimes, which usually resulted in Crawford yelling at him. But try as he might, he couldn’t sleep like this, and there was no rest or comfort to get from lying around in bed. He took a moment to partition his mind, putting most of it to work repairing the damage he’d done recently, and used the rest to steer his body up out of bed and pulling on loose clothes, because he had no plans to go anywhere, and getting dressed was really just too much trouble right now with pain and sleep clouding his head.
He avoided the sore spot on his head where the bathtub had connected with it while untangling his hair with his fingers and padded quietly downstairs to search out the horrible coffee. It wouldn’t help the pain, but the somatic effect was enough to improve his mood. He was surprised when he saw Crawford sitting on the couch with a mug of coffee.