*A few fingers idly begin playing with his hair.*Hey, practice makes perfect. Maybe I'll rub off onto you more, the more time you spend.

*he'd lay down and curl up next to him, careful to not disturb the injured arm.* Well, so long as I don't have any jobs booked, you can be sure I'll keep you too busy to be bored. There's always so much to do and I always could use a person to accompany me.

*The look of concern shifts to a snarl, if only for a fleeting moment.* Why am I not surprised? *He rolls his eyes before making his way to the bed and laying the other down.* Bone fractures tend to take about six weeks to heal. Heal time is not recovery time, however. I'll be sure to keep you entertained, in the meantime.

*The sudden disturbance would cause him to glance towards the door, looking over his glasses before standing and striding over confidently before scooping him up into a big, though very gentle hug. He allows a few fingers to linger on the left arm briefly.* Well, there's that to be glad for. But what happened here?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHRDfut2Vx0


Prooobably not. But better than what they've got.

Play

Go conquer some unknown planet somewhere. Become a benevolent tyrant. And of course, contact those I care about and find a way to get back and forth. Can't abandon either or, you know.

Almost all the time.

Take a wild guess.

Even when no one else wants to be around me, he somehow manages.

Okay?

Yes, absolutely.

I can't help but wonder.

The beginning of the day. Fact of the matter is that it's over with.

Rikky, please go home. I have no food. Sorry.

Myself.

Whichever one they frequent the most.

Only when they do not pertain to me.

It's a secret. Duh.