[150] Domestic Bliss // Voice.

[stopthat_destro]

[FAIL!Private to Iago]

I've been in the infirmary for about twenty hours without setting foot outside. If you can find any Red Bull-- [Mutter mutter:] You don't know what Red Bull is... [SIGH.] Coffee. Food. Now.

[OOC: This is obviously the best time to treat your significant other like a servant. Feel free to think Rex is making these

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[inhumandog]

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I know what a red bull is. [No. He means an ACTUAL red bull.] And I doubt there is one here.

I am not your slave.

[stopthat_destro]

Of course you're not a slave, but you should be considerate enough to--

Why aren't you responding under the filter?!

[inhumandog]

There isn't a filter, Rex. I assumed you were talking to me, though.

[stopthat_destro]

...

You assumed correctly.

[inhumandog]

Good. But my answer still remains the same.

[stopthat_destro]

I would bring you food if you were too busy to get some for yourself.

[inhumandog]

Not without condemning me for treating you like a servant, first.

[stopthat_destro]

I wasn't treating you like a servant; I was treating you like a boyfriend!

[inhumandog]

With a demand?

Hm.

[stopthat_destro]

[IN A HISS OF SEETHING HATRED-- it's not you, he's just cranky and hungry and tired :V] I hate you right now.

[inhumandog]

Ask me again when you don't, and I'll bring you something.

[stopthat_destro]

NO.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

[stopthat_destro]

...

[MUTTER MUTTER:]

Please bring me something sugary.

[inhumandog]

I'll see what I can find, Rex.

Are you still in the infirmary?

[stopthat_destro]

Thank you.

Yes. I'm one of the only who haven't been afflicted with clumsiness. I just can't touch the tricorder or anything more technologically advanced than a stethoscope.

[inhumandog]

Why not? [He's on his way now, at least.]