April CatchAll

[timmers]

who: Tim and You
what: Tim gets sick because of a certain gremlin, possibly meets up with the new family and friends, leaves the Kent house, adopt a dog, and everything else.. Wild Card prompts welcome.
when: Over the month of April
where: Various
warnings: None at the moment.

 

Comments

[coquere]

That's quite all right.

I could send you some food that has helped colds before, if you like.

[timmers]

Chickn soup?

[And well, he tried going down to make that but he kinda... got distrated by how comfortable the counter looked.

Sure if u have.

[coquere]

Something along those lines, yes.

[timmers]

if ur not busy....

[He'd hate to pull someone away from actual stuff they needed to be doing over a simple cold. It wouldn't even be a thing if his spleen wasn't out of commission and the gremlin had come in to finish the job.]

[coquere]

It's truly no trouble at all. Just give me a moment to cook it.

[timmers]

thx ur a wife saber
lifesaver

[Tim blows his nose and sends Ignis the address to the Kent house>

[coquere]

[Poor guy. Ignis makes the soup and puts it in a thermos so he can carry it over to the address. He labeled it for Tim so any housemates won't eat it]

I have arrived with the soup. I do not wish to disturb you further, so I shall leave it by your door.

[timmers]

[There's a sound of something oddly like a kitchen chair being overturned. Along with maybe a pan. A very long pause and Tim shuffles towards the door rather than text back. His head feels like cotton but he can't just leave food outside anyway.]

Dankhs. [Pause as he leans to the side to sneeze, clinging to the threshold.] Don' wan you d'catch id, but I'll make id up to you when I ged beder.

[coquere]

I assure you there's no need. I cook for my friends all the time and I think after our adventure on the roof, you and I have reached that status.

[He holds out the thermos] Enjoy with the promise of good health.

[timmers]

[Tim nods blearily.] They sound grayd, maybe I'll meed 'em sometime. When I'm not sig. Dhaygs man, really.

[Tim blows into a handful of kleenex and takes the thermos mug as they say their farewells.]