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.]
Are you hungry, at all? All that's left in that bag is some leftover food from last night. I kept it in the fridge, and - conveniently - it's not only meant to be served cold, but it's usually better by the second or third day.
[If Azul does decide to look in the bag near him, it's a container of fruit salad and a container of what's labeled as strawberry gazpacho. There's also some flatbread and crackers.]
[Why is he still asking him questions! And trying to get him to talk! Why can't he just die in peace...
He takes a deep breath to steady himself, then looks over at the assortment.]
... not really, no.
[He has a little too much nervous energy bubbling inside of him to have an appetite.]
... I'll try to eat it anyway.
[It's all fairly harmless as far as calories go. And... he hardly wants to turn Jamil away, after he put in... all this effort... Which he's still trying to wrap his head around.]
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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.]
1/3
2/3
[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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Just gonna. Open that bag. And then slowly lean back and stare up at the ceiling as he starts quietly eating.
He doesn't think his face is ever going to return to its natural color, at this point.
... at least the pineapple's good.]
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Are you hungry, at all? All that's left in that bag is some leftover food from last night. I kept it in the fridge, and - conveniently - it's not only meant to be served cold, but it's usually better by the second or third day.
[If Azul does decide to look in the bag near him, it's a container of fruit salad and a container of what's labeled as strawberry gazpacho. There's also some flatbread and crackers.]
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He takes a deep breath to steady himself, then looks over at the assortment.]
... not really, no.
[He has a little too much nervous energy bubbling inside of him to have an appetite.]
... I'll try to eat it anyway.
[It's all fairly harmless as far as calories go. And... he hardly wants to turn Jamil away, after he put in... all this effort... Which he's still trying to wrap his head around.]
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Don't force it. As I said, it's better by the third day, as well. Food is most enjoyed when there's an appetite.
[Jamil vaguely gestures to the side. There's the hint of a smirk on his lips.]
On that note, I should probably let you rest.
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Alright.
[...
A little quieter now:]
...thank you.
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You're welcome. Rest well, Azul.
[With that, he'll leave him to it, making sure to close the door behind him.]