Secondo ~ video (filtered to house mates)

[serpente]

[Mukuro wasn't about to make a public broadcast until he was good and ready to. His focus right now was to recover his strength (despite Hibari Kyouya's punishing exercise regime) and get back on his feet. Well, technically he could already walk, but his endurance was pitiful. Most of his time was spent confined to his bed where he enjoyed playing the weak, frail patient to get others to fetch things for him. Food, mostly.

So, minions. Feed him!]

Please don't tell me we're having soup again for lunch.

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[solitarynuvola]

Wrong.

[Look who's here with your meal, Mukuro! It's... chicken soup, like it has been for the past, oh, week or so?] You are the only one who has soup.

[Hibari enters the room proper, claiming the chair next to the bed and looking over the illusionist with a critical eye before settling the bowl of food down on the dresser. He'd have to take the man out for anther run afterwards - it was taking way too long for him to regain his strength.

Oh, and ignore that mirror he has, floating around at his back.]

perma-action!

[serpente]

[Oh, it's Hibari's turn to feed him, is it? Mukuro eyes the soup without favour, lip curling.]

You could at least vary the type you give me.

[He wriggles up so that he's leaning against the headboard, sheets pulled lazily over his legs.]

[solitarynuvola]

[Don't mistake his actions as actual caring. Ugh, he really wanted to do nothing more than tonfa the bastard in the face and bite him to death, but it would completely defeat the point if he fought the illusionist when he was this weak.]

Deal with it, Rokudo.

[Unless you'd like to be called a herbivore in truth?]

[serpente]

[Oh, please, don't hold back. He'd love it if you lost control and killed him.]

I don't want it.

[He's not really hungry anyway. -n- Hrmph!]

[solitarynuvola]

[NOPE.AVI. He had more restraint than that, and his self control was impeccable. It'd take a lot more to make him kill you.]

Too bad.

[He'll just sit here and read this book he's imagined up and wait for you to give in!]

[serpente]

[His lips thin and he slides back under the sheets (hissing softly at the trauma to his skin), using one of the pillows to hide his head and keep out the tantalising smell of soup. He will resist this time. He caved all the other times because real food was so much better than the prison liquid they fed him. But he stand firm now!]


.............

[solitarynuvola]

[Patience, my dear Mukuro, You'll give in to the soup. Hibari seemingly ignores the illusionist in favour of his book, only flicking his eyes up and over the edge to check on the other occasionally. The soup is starting to finally cool down, the tantalizing scent starting to fade away, until he touches a hand to the side of the bowl and sends a concentrated burst of heat into it, reviving the smell.

It's not going to go away that easily~]

[serpente]

[Nngh...HNNNNGH.

Must. resist. soup--!


.......


After a long while, his eyes peer out from under his pillow, staring at the gently-steaming bowl. A loud growl comes from his stomach, making him tsk and burrow even further beneath his blankets. Damn you, belly.]

[solitarynuvola]

[He smirks at the sound behind his book, but smooths his expression to stone before laying it down and poking none-too-gently at the lump on the bed. Come on, Mukuro, get up so he can feed you.]

Eat.

[serpente]

[A tuft of hair pokes out, soon followed by the rest of his hair. He's glaring at Hibari as if daring him to say a word, sulkily crawling out of hiding. He hates being weak, he hates having to be mothered by Hibari and the rest. If he had his skills, he could have hidden his weakness away until he'd recovered on his own.]

I want potato and leek next time.

[solitarynuvola]

[Hey, he hates having to feed Rokudo too! It's gross. D|

The bowl is picked up and he scoops up a spoonful of soup (having seen that Mukuro is too weak to even hold the spoon properly) and holds it out to the illusionist to eat, the slightest hint of a scowl on his face as he does so. How humiliating, having to act as nursemaid for the man he hates the most.]

You are in no position to make demands.

[serpente]

[He leans forward and clamps his lips around the spoon, taking the liquid into his mouth carefully and swallowing. At least this part is amusing, where Hibari clearly dislikes having to be in any way subservient to him.]

Well, if you vary what you give me, perhaps I'll be more inclined to recover quickly...and give you your battle sooner.

[solitarynuvola]

[He pulls the spoon back, dipping it into the bowl once again and bringing up another spoonful for the illusionist, holding it steady until the other finishes eating. Rinse and repeat.]

Hmph. [He is considering it, however. That much is clear.]

[vongolastorm]

[Have a Storm Guardian slink into your room. Don't mind him while he checks if the coast is clear first.

Oh, it is. Great. He's just going to close the door now. But, look, there's something in his hands. Is it a tray? It sure does resemble one.]

You're having soup again today. It's Hibari's week, so don't give me that look. [walks over to him with his trademark grin, setting the platform down on the nightstand] But I brought you some lasagna and juice. Don't tell Hibari. We don't believe in hospitality for house guests here at Navy District, Unit Four.

[serpente]

[Mukuro hadn't bothered to settle back into bed, having expended all the effort to sit up in the first place. The way his eyes track the tray as it makes his way towards him belies his hunger in spite of his earlier liquid meal. It smells delicious. It's something he would have gladly eaten if he were fit and healthy, but...]

If my stomach brings it up later, I'll tell him you made me eat it, [he responds, still focused on the food.]

[vongolastorm]

[Plopping unceremoniously down on the chair by his bed, Gokudera raises his brows at him. He picks up the plate of lasagna, breaking a piece off with the fork.] Made you eat what? This is for me.

[settles back against his seat, eyes alight with amusement] What kind of inhumane person would I be if I fed you food you couldn't hold down? [shakes his head slowly] Can't have that now, can we?

[serpente]

[He narrows his eyes slightly, then decides that Gokudera is just playing with him.]

And the juice? Is that for you as well?

[vongolastorm]

Yeah, of course. I love juice. Need the Vitamin C in my system. Can't get enough. Now, [leans forward, waggling the chunk of lasagna at him] open up. The choo choo train is fast approaching.

[serpente]

[Just for that, he's leaning back and wrinkling his nose.]

I am no child, Gokudera Hayato. [Even if he acts like one sometimes.]

[vongolastorm]

Are you sure about that? [arches a slender brow] Because you sure do act like one sometimes. [continues to hold up the fork, waiting for him] But, hey, if you don't eat up, it's going to get cold. Then, you're going to complain to me about how shitty it tastes. And then I'm going to have to seriously kick your ass.

[serpente]

[He might still complain anyway, just for the sake of it. With a tsk, he leans forward, takes the entire portion waiting on the fork and chews before swallowing.

...1

...2

...3--

QUICK, SOMEONE GET HIM A BUCKET!!]

[vongolastorm]

[HOSHIT.

Nah. He'd expected it to happen. Retrieving a pail he had placed underneath the bed, Gokudera lifts it up to his mouth, simultaneously setting the eating utensil down.]

Was it really that bad? [Couldn't help it. He has a bad habit of making light of any situation, but at least it prevents the atmosphere from getting too heavy.] Here. [picks up the glass of juice] This should wash down the taste.

[serpente]

[This has completely removed any appetite he had for the lasagne. Mukuro retches into the bucket, bringing up mostly stomach fluid and feeling annoyed at the whole damned situation. As he reaches for the orange juice, he resentfully mutters.]

If I'd known it would be so much trouble to recover, I would have stayed in prison.

[vongolastorm]

You'll get better. [hands him the cup, a bit skeptical of his current grasping ability] If you want, I can hold it for you. Brought a straw too. [points at the thin plastic tube on the tray]

And, look at it this way, staying in prison would mean you'd never get the chance to experience a feeling of accomplishment from overcoming your obstacles. [upturns at the corner of his lips] You'd also miss out on some excellent company. [What? He can't praise himself? Don't be silly.]

[serpente]

[He tries to grip the cup but his fingers start to tremble almost immediately and he has to hastily replace it on the tray before he spills the juice on the bed.]

Who, Tsunayoshi? [he asks sarcastically. You're not good company; you're almost as bad as Hibari.] Yes, he'd be wonderful company if he were actually allowed inside the room.

[Leaning against the headboard, he crosses his arms over his chest.]

Did you bring that in here to laugh at me? [he means the lasagne]