[ when he turns returns, he's got a bundle of something in his hands. ]
Here, take this.
[ it's a towel! and it feels like it's wrapped around a couple of lumpy... things? if Thancred squeezes one, it'll scrunch, exactly like a small bag of rice. and it's very warm... ]
well thankfully he wasn't really in much a shape to move, anyway (at least not very fast), so he's right where Ludger left him whenever he comes back, curled right back up and groggily turning his head at the voice
With a breathy noise of bare understanding, he reaches out with a clawed hand and
He's fumbling to unfasten the front of his coat so he can just get that nice and settles next to his core, uno momento. Though he does blow out an exhale at the question, close to a laugh.]
Stubbornness, I suppose.
The fatigue comes in waves. Mostly I work around it. Sometimes I can't. [Sometimes even with layering up he still pushes too hard and ends up under a computer desk cause he spent a little too much time out in the autumn air and went completely into instinct mode when his heart rate dropped like a rock.]
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Here, take this.
[ it's a towel! and it feels like it's wrapped around a couple of lumpy... things? if Thancred squeezes one, it'll scrunch, exactly like a small bag of rice. and it's very warm... ]
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well thankfully he wasn't really in much a shape to move, anyway (at least not very fast), so he's right where Ludger left him whenever he comes back, curled right back up and groggily turning his head at the voice
With a breathy noise of bare understanding, he reaches out with a clawed hand and
the hell is this thing
His brow furrows.]
...Pardon, but... what is this, exactly?
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[ he sighs and flops down on the ground right next to Thancred. ]
Why don't you have a hot water bottle or anything like that?
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He's fumbling to unfasten the front of his coat so he can just get that nice and settles next to his core, uno momento. Though he does blow out an exhale at the question, close to a laugh.]
Stubbornness, I suppose.
The fatigue comes in waves. Mostly I work around it. Sometimes I can't. [Sometimes even with layering up he still pushes too hard and ends up under a computer desk cause he spent a little too much time out in the autumn air and went completely into instinct mode when his heart rate dropped like a rock.]
...Thank you.
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[ he'd feel better about it if Thancred had asked for tips or something, but. well. not why he's here, frankly. ]
... How's Lynne doing?