"No, but you could probably use some liquids other than booze. You want me to braid your hair so it doesn't fluff?"
He slips over and gently offers an arm in support. Pickles doesn't have to take it if he doesn't want, and Miniver won't force it or baby him unless he looks like he might actually fall over.
"I'd say yes if it wouldn't hurt like hell." Pickles huffed through grit teeth, trying to undress as slowly as possible, treating himself tenderly, each sense was over reactive. "I don't need friggin' food, I'm good, Cheevy, I'm tellin' you."
He paused and huffed, "Anyways, there ain't any food in the house. Tossed it out, didn't need it rottin' in the fridge when I was gone. Might be some shit up in the cupboards but..."
"I know you've got a credit card and I may be 40 years behind but I know how to call an operator and ask for the number for the nearest Chinese place, or find out where the grocery store is. 'Course I can't leave you alone, so that one's a bit useless." He smiles gently. "Not the point, though. Nevermind. Doesn't matter." He fidgets a bit, wishing he'd brought a book or something to tell him anything more useful to do. Meanwhile all he can do is stay close and do what he can.
"Dude. Chinese food sounds so goddamn good right now. Yeah. Order that, the menus are like... third drawer from the door." He waved passively towards the door before giving up on that particular movement. He finally got undressed and gingerly set himself into the shower, and leaned into the spray of the water, scowling as it stung his skin, grating his teeth, producing a nerve-wracking sound like nails on a chalkboard.
Miniver keeps an eye on him for just a moment more to make sure he doesn't look like he might fall over, then runs off to find the menus. He returns having found them successfully and sits cross-legged on the toiletseat to peruse them through the steam.
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He slips over and gently offers an arm in support. Pickles doesn't have to take it if he doesn't want, and Miniver won't force it or baby him unless he looks like he might actually fall over.
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He paused and huffed, "Anyways, there ain't any food in the house. Tossed it out, didn't need it rottin' in the fridge when I was gone. Might be some shit up in the cupboards but..."
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"What kinda stuff you want? Oh, shit, tofu? Hah. That's fabulous..."
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