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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]

*grins* Maybe not, but I'm an adult.

[be_my_me]

*laughs again* Ay, but an adult under my care!

[winestains]

You know, I rather like your care. *shifts a little further into his arms* And hmmm, I'm feeling sort of faint again.

[be_my_me]

Art thou? *kisses by his ear* Tell me what thou need'st.

[winestains]

I am. *smile* I think I need to lay down.

[be_my_me]

*grins* Ah, this would I advise. Can'st thou stand?

[winestains]

Oh, I don't know. *dramatic* I might need you to carry me.

[be_my_me]

*just as dramatic* My poor love! *puts down the cookies and, with some effort, picks up Osric*

[winestains]

*laughs and clings; it's a reflex-- he hadn't expected this to actually happen(and he's still a little dizzy from all the blood)* Oh, my hero!

[be_my_me]

*clinging is good! (you'd think he was the one who got shot...) beams* Such do I strive to be! *carries him to the bedroom*

[winestains]

You know, I could get used to this.

[be_my_me]

*gently sets him down on the bed and lies down beside him* Pray that mine arms also can, else will it be a rare treat.

[winestains]

*grins* Or I could go on a diet.

[be_my_me]

*mock-hurt* Thou would'st waste my baking?

[winestains]

Hmm. I forgot about that.