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Davesprite ([personal profile] cawky) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2012-09-08 12:54 am

Too lazy to pull up a log title

WHO: Davesprite and YOU
WHERE: Import clinic.
WHEN: All day post-void shenanigans
WARNINGS: Injuries, talk of nightmares and death of family
SUMMARY: Davesprite endures injuries from being caught by surprise -- and also deals with all of the nightmares from it henceforth.
FORMAT: Pick one! Just specify a day & time.

[Davesprite had fallen asleep after he had pushed Feferi off of him -- not that he had much choice in the matter. Really, it had been more of a faint than a choice of sleep. Combined with the exhaustion and his concussion, he couldn't keep himself conscious. Thankfully, with his wings mostly mended, it was easier for the nurses to lift him onto a stretcher and drag him to a bed. They continued to have trouble stuffing him in one bed, so anyone who happens to poke their head inside will find him spread out along three different beds in sprite form, fast asleep.

Of course, the second someone happens to step in the room, his eyes will snap open, and he will reach for his sunglasses off the table to slip them on. The only thing he won't do is sit up, or acknowledge whoever had come in. At least not right away -- he'll wait to see who's bothering to come in and hassle him. Hopefully it was a nurse, and not somebody who knew him.

The second he would open his eyes, he would feel dizzy and be forced to shut them again. When his eyes were closed, he would see all those nightmares that the void had forced him to relive. All things considered, he couldn't win no matter what he decided to do, eyes opened or closed.]
culver: bubblemilk @ lj (fastest girl in town)

[personal profile] culver 2012-09-10 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[If Dave didn't speak bird, their "conversations" would just take ten times longer. But since he does and he answers, she pulls a face at his mention of the food. No, it was gross, don't even talk like that.

But that was why she'd come prepared. As if she has the biggest secret slash surprise in the world, Nill hefts her bag on to the side of his bed, careful to avoid smashing his tail. She flips the buckles open and moves the top to reveal her stash of baked goods. She cocks an eyebrow, a smile playing at her lips.]
culver: kamikorosuicons @ lj (express)

[personal profile] culver 2012-09-11 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her eyes immediately hone in on those feathers and the scratching. Was he--yes, probably. The stress from having to go to the clinic might have triggered it. Nill feels some strange sense of satisfaction, even though this is probably the worst time for it. She knew he had to, at some point, it had only been a matter of time.

But she can mention it later. Right now, she needs to make him forget about that undoubtedly awful hospital food. She tips the bag in his direction; everything is in little baggies, easy to see. Pick your sweet, sugary poison, Dave.]
culver: winnar @ lj (hell on heels)

[personal profile] culver 2012-09-12 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nill is a very, very patient girl. Besides, it's funny how long it takes him to choose, and she can't help but let her grin widen a bit. Maybe she had gone a little overboard, but she'd leave what was left in his room so he wouldn't have to suffer completely.

Once he grabs the cookies (excellent choice, if she did say so herself), she snags a brownie for herself. She moves the bag to the foot of his bed so she can lean on the side of it, maneuvering the pastry out of the bag before she starts munching. Careful not to let any crumbs fall, of course.]
culver: goodjobself @ dw (satellite)

[personal profile] culver 2012-09-14 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
[She's impressed, really. She's only about halfway done with her brownie once he's emptied the bag. To be fair, she'd always eaten slowly and very little--some kind of side-effect from having bird genes, she figured. Or maybe she just didn't have much of an appetite.

Nill cocks an eyebrow, and pauses at her own nibbling to grab the bag and lean it towards him again. She had plenty, really. Feel free to be a fatty, Dave.]