I am mostly immune to the lure of chocolate.

[doeswhatido]

Who: 11-12 + 47
Where: Level Eight, room four.
When: Now!
What: 47's been asking a few questions, gotten himself shot, doesn't understand the feelings he's getting towards 11-12 and Neville of "care," but little brother is coming over anyway because 47 feels he can handle him...for the moment.
Warnings: Nothing that I could think of.

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[villageson]

Seeing the open door, 11-12 approached cautiously then peered inside the room. When he saw 47 he gave him a smile.

11-12 once more appreared neat and clean in his usual pale coloured clothing, very unlike the scruffy, darker grey or brown things he'd been wearing at the port. And of course he wasn't smoking.

"Hello," he said politely as he stepped through the doorway. He glanced curiously at the magazine then back up to 47. "How are you feeling?"

[doeswhatido]

The magazine was shut and placed in his lap as he looked up at the intruder kid in his room now.

He was dressed in his usual suit, though this time without the tie as it was quite painful to try and tie one with the wound to his shoulder. He was barefoot as well.

"I've felt better," he replied, gesturing for 11-12 to take a seat in the chair. "You?"

[villageson]

11-12 sat down, shrugging a little. "I'm... okay, I suppose. Thanks to you I wasn't hurt worse than I was."

[doeswhatido]

"Good, glad to hear it," he said, scratching an itch on his left side and manhandling his arm out of the way to do so. He watched him sit, looked to the floor, then looked back up. "Heard you in Neville's room the other night."