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[survivorking]

Who: Jak, Daxter and DADDY
What: Jak has issues that need to be resolved. While that day might never come, this marks another valiant attempt...
When: Today...ish?
Where: Jak's Room
Rating: God only knows....(PG-13 ish

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[shadesofeco]

It's almost a minute before Jak opens the door, glaring at his father for a second before his stance relaxes minutely.

"Damas."

Jak looks awful, and feels worse. There are dark shadows beneath his eyes belaying his lack of sleep, and his ears droop slightly. And yet there's something tense and angry right beneath the surface. He's clearly not well, but in true Jak form, he's fairly disinterested in talking about why.

Oh, right. Belatedly, he steps back to let the older man inside.

[does_everything]

Daxter, meanwhile, is asleep on Jak's bed, curled up on the blankets. He'd been healed over a day ago thanks to Jak's Light powers, but blood loss had kept him in bed and either asleep or dozing most of the days. He ate and sometimes woke up enough to circle around the room to keep his legs and arms from cramping up, but he had the energy for little else.

When Damas entered and Jak spoke it barely even rouses him, and he huffs beneath his breath before curling a bit tighter and tucking his nose beneath an arm.

[survivorking]

The king's eyes narrow at the appearance of his son. Concern immediately flares up, but he does his best to mask it, it would serve no useful purpose to have Jak see it. At best he would say nothing, at worst the young man would probably shut him out completely.

He crosses into the room, and eyes Daxter on the bed. Considering the ottsel's nature, it's... more than odd to see him asleep. Damas had once wondered if he ever stopped talking enough to sleep...

"I have not seen you in some time, Jak. I was concerned."

[shadesofeco]

There's still blood matted into Daxter's fur, and Jak feels a brief internal flare rage every time he sees it. He'd cleaned up the worst of it while Daxter was sleeping, but short of picking him up and dunking him in the bathtub, he couldn't get rid of all of it. He's marginally -- okay, very -- concerned at how long it's taking the ottsel to recover, but not everyone has Jak's internal stores of Light Eco to help them along, and Daxter's never been this badly hurt before. Maybe it's an ottsel thing.

Or that's what Jak keeps telling himself.

"I've been busy."