[Unfortunately, though, he ends up having a misstep and a startled noise of pain escapes him that has him stumbling to the side and then leaning heavily against the wall, hand coming down and clutching at his leg.]
[Normally, Azul might protest, but... focusing on anything else is much preferred right now.
So... he obeys. Against his pale skin, the large, dark and angry bruise on his shin is a sharp contrast. Worse yet, it still seems fairly fresh and red, so it's not even as bad as it's going to get.]
[A quiet, frustrated growl escapes, and it's difficult to tell, maybe, exactly what it's in response to. Jamil considers for a moment before lets out a sigh.]
I'm going to go get some supplies. Let's meet back up in your cabin.
[With that, he's standing and walking over to the door to open it. He glances at Azul before leaving.]
You don't have to rush there. Take your time.
[Now he's just going to leave to get whatever that stuff is.]
[He isn't sure what to say. He seemed... bothered? Azul's instinct is to tell him it's fine, not to worry, but...
He has a feeling that isn't going to fly, so the words die on his lips.
It's more startling when Jamil simply leaves him. For a moment he stares after the door, and then looks around the room, as if examining everything that he could possibly get into without Jamil's supervision.
Of course, in the end, nothing gets touched. He simply closes the door behind him and heads back to his cabin. There, he takes a seat on his couch, swinging up both legs to rest on it.
And then he peruses the network on his device while he waits.]
[He steps inside, a bag in one hand. After closing the door, he walks over and sets the bag on the floor.
With that, he pulls out a plastic bag of... fruit? It's slices of raw pineapple, apparently. Jamil holds it out for Azul to take.]
Pineapple is a natural source of bromelain, something that has anti-inflammatory properties. Eat a few slices of that each day. Additionally, you should add apples and citrus fruits to your daily meals, where possible.
[Next, he pulls out two bags of ice, a towel, and some pillows. After this, he's kind of steamrolling through his explanations and his actions.]
Keep your legs elevated above your heart, when relaxing. Do all of this, and your injuries should show considerable improvement within a few days.
[Jamil then wraps each bag of ice into each half of the towel, and then he holds the makeshift duel-ice-pack out for Azul to take. Once that's handed off, he gets started on making a comfortable enough place for the mer to elevate his legs. Yes, he's just... going to pick the other young man's legs up so that he can slide the pillows under them.]
There. [As soon as he's done, he'll put the ice pack on the bruises.] Are you hungry, at all?
Like, he'd thought maybe Jamil had gone to get some ice. Sure, that was reasonable. But he's being given... pineapple? A diet plan?? What...?
He takes the bag, the bewilderment clear on his face.]
Jamil—
[...he's still going. He takes the makeshift ice packs, just as bewildered. A small, undignified noise of surprise escapes him when Jamil moves his legs, face turning red.
He can't help but wince at the ice packs, flinching just a little. But then the question has that red color darkening.]
H-hold on. I thought I said you weren't indebted to me...
[So what the heck is all this, all of a sudden??? And Great Seven could his face cool down for just a second please.]
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Jamil blinks and something softens in his expression, his gaze holding a combination of amusement and surprise.]
So, not only did you change into your true form to rescue me, you're giving up the chance to have me serving you?
[That tone almost sounds a touch... flattered, somehow.]
... Why?
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Azul has always been fascinated with Jamil as an individual. As the days passed, his curiosity only grew. And he found his company enjoyable.
And he'd always assumed that was quite one-sided. But he isn't so sure anymore.]
... you're an intelligent individual. I'd like to hear you come up with a hypothesis.
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You have a crush on me?
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then]
Gh?!
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Must you make me sound like some hopeless preteen?
[Augh... Azul hates this. Enough that he's shifting and clearly considering leaving altogether.]
Nevermind, this was...
[Stupid? A mistake? He's not sure but he's suddenly regretting the turn things have taken...]
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... Seriously!?
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[Fortunately he isn't outright shouting that. It's more of an urgent whisper.]
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Jamil just rubs the bridge of his nose before reaching out to lightly tug on the back of Azul's shirt.]
Sit down or I'm fucking princess carrying you to the infirmary.
[Trixie's influence has been powerful, to say the least. He pointedly gestures to a chair with a stubborn frown.]
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Pull your pants leg up.
[Since he's sure the last thing Azul needs is Jamil suddenly pulling the pants leg up...]
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So... he obeys. Against his pale skin, the large, dark and angry bruise on his shin is a sharp contrast. Worse yet, it still seems fairly fresh and red, so it's not even as bad as it's going to get.]
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[There's a frown up at Azul.]
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I had to cushion your fall somehow. There's one on the other leg as well.
Admittedly, I didn't really think much about them.
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I'm going to go get some supplies. Let's meet back up in your cabin.
[With that, he's standing and walking over to the door to open it. He glances at Azul before leaving.]
You don't have to rush there. Take your time.
[Now he's just going to leave to get whatever that stuff is.]
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[He isn't sure what to say. He seemed... bothered? Azul's instinct is to tell him it's fine, not to worry, but...
He has a feeling that isn't going to fly, so the words die on his lips.
It's more startling when Jamil simply leaves him. For a moment he stares after the door, and then looks around the room, as if examining everything that he could possibly get into without Jamil's supervision.
Of course, in the end, nothing gets touched. He simply closes the door behind him and heads back to his cabin. There, he takes a seat on his couch, swinging up both legs to rest on it.
And then he peruses the network on his device while he waits.]
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It's open.
[Jamil will find the door slightly ajar.
Azul he puts his device away for now.]
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With that, he pulls out a plastic bag of... fruit? It's slices of raw pineapple, apparently. Jamil holds it out for Azul to take.]
Pineapple is a natural source of bromelain, something that has anti-inflammatory properties. Eat a few slices of that each day. Additionally, you should add apples and citrus fruits to your daily meals, where possible.
[Next, he pulls out two bags of ice, a towel, and some pillows. After this, he's kind of steamrolling through his explanations and his actions.]
Keep your legs elevated above your heart, when relaxing. Do all of this, and your injuries should show considerable improvement within a few days.
[Jamil then wraps each bag of ice into each half of the towel, and then he holds the makeshift duel-ice-pack out for Azul to take. Once that's handed off, he gets started on making a comfortable enough place for the mer to elevate his legs. Yes, he's just... going to pick the other young man's legs up so that he can slide the pillows under them.]
There. [As soon as he's done, he'll put the ice pack on the bruises.] Are you hungry, at all?
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Like, he'd thought maybe Jamil had gone to get some ice. Sure, that was reasonable. But he's being given... pineapple? A diet plan?? What...?
He takes the bag, the bewilderment clear on his face.]
Jamil—
[...he's still going. He takes the makeshift ice packs, just as bewildered. A small, undignified noise of surprise escapes him when Jamil moves his legs, face turning red.
He can't help but wince at the ice packs, flinching just a little. But then the question has that red color darkening.]
H-hold on. I thought I said you weren't indebted to me...
[So what the heck is all this, all of a sudden??? And Great Seven could his face cool down for just a second please.]
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[He gives such a melodramatic sigh, shrugging "helplessly".]
For it to be met without gratitude... Truly, this is downright heartbreaking.
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Just eat the fucking pineapple, drama king. Unless, of course, you really do intend to waste all my effort and time?
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