Get Well Soon~

[loves_pasta]

WHO: Feliciano and Sindre
WHERE: Sindre's Apartment
WHEN: Monday June 6th, Mid-morning
WHAT: Food for getting well + a proposition?

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[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre almost didn't get the door. Berwald had already headed off to work, Valdi was at camp, and the knock was nowhere near forceful enough to indicate an emergency. And thus, whoever was at the door did not need to be dealt with at this exact moment in time. If it was important, they would come back. If not, then they wouldn't.

He couldn't say what motivated him to answer the knock, but Sindre found himself crossing the apartment anyway and unchaining the door. A swift tug found the door ajar, and Sindre just stared for a moment at the man there, trying to recall where he knew him from.

Right. Feliciano. From the photoshoot that shall never be mentioned. Holding the door open wider, Sindre said, "Come on in."

[loves_pasta]

Feliciano beamed at the man, shifting the containers in his arms so he could give Sindre a half hug. "It's so good to see you Sindre," he slipped past and into the apartment, taking a quick glance to see the layout and heading in the direction he hoped the kitchen was in.

"I heard you were in a fire. I'm so sorry I couldn't come see you in the hospital, I was busy and wasn't sure how to find out what room you were in. I'm sure you gots lots of visitors though, I saw a lot of people being worried about you after all." His voice floated behind him, the soft thump of hard plastic containers showing he'd found the kitchen. "So then I decided to visit now that you're home, or I;d hoped you were home at least, and I made you some get better food! You are feeling better anyways though, right?"

Ahhh sorry I took so long ;-;

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre couldn't help but flinch as Feliciano pressed on his wounds. "I'm still in pain," Sindre told him, hoping it would warn Feliciano against touching him again. "And the burns are healing slowly. So I'd have to say better than before but not well."

@3@ i took longer. stupid finals and graduation.

[loves_pasta]

"Ah that's no good. Grandmama in Italy has some good herbal ways to soothe burns, I could ask her about them for you?" Feliciano smiled at him, carefully arranging the containers along the counter top and making sure the labels made of memo pad paper and scotch tape has survived the drive.