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[winestains]

*here's a very pale, very faint Osric-- an Osric, in fact, who was just forced on a hunting trip and witnessed the death of a few innocent deer and the shedding of quite a bit of blood*

*groans, sits rather heavily, and puts his head in his hands* I think I'm gonna be sick.

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[be_my_me]

*sits with him and rubs his back* Thou wilt be well. I am here for thee.

[winestains]

*leans into the back rubbing* Sorry. I told you I'm not good with blood.

[be_my_me]

Ay, ay. *keeps up the rubbing and kisses his cheek* Dost thou feel any better?

[winestains]

A little. That feels good.

[be_my_me]

Thou must eat something. If I may leave thee for a moment...?

[winestains]

I don't know if I can eat, but-- I'll be fine for a moment. Go.

[be_my_me]

*smiles* I will feed thee carefully. *a quick kiss, then goes to the kitchen and returns with a plate of (very good) chocolate chip cookies*

[winestains]

Hey, I don't remember us having those.

[be_my_me]

I got them from yond plothole baked them whilst thou did'st sleep. *sits down again and snuggles up* Wilt thou not taste one?

[winestains]

You... bake? *smiles and snuggles* Please. They smell good.

[be_my_me]

Typist: *flails at comment weirdness*

Ay, I sometimes do, for people very dear to me. *breaks off a piece of cookie and holds it to Osric's lips*

[winestains]

Well, then, I hope they're for me. *will just swallow the bits of cookie and kiss Valentine's fingertip*

[be_my_me]

None other. *smiles* Doth my baking agree with thy stomach?

[winestains]

Mm. I could be happy with nothing but.

[be_my_me]

*laughs softly and feeds Osric another cookie bit* I fear such a diet would not be sound.