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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[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.]

[serpente]

[It's good to know how Hibari's mind works. =w= After that first rebellious moment, Mukuro sits quietly and eats the rest of his soup without fuss, which must be a blessing for the Cloud (or not, if he wanted an excuse to upend the bowl over his head).]

May I sleep now? [he asks dryly once the bowl is empty]

[solitarynuvola]

[He scowls and stands, knocking the chair back as he does so before he smacks the back of Mukuro's head (not too roughly, though - wouldn't want him to lose more brain cells than he already has in that tank) with his free hand.]

Don't get cheeky, [he warns, baring his teeth in a humourless grin - the book is collected before he leaves, pulling the door shut behind himself. It was a frustratingly short interaction, but at least he's getting better at controlling his homicidal tendencies.]

[serpente]

[He's confused - was that a yes or a no? Whatever the case, it seems Hibari isn't going to drag him out for some exercise today so he ruefully rubs his head, burrows beneath the blankets and closes his eyes, attempting to send himself to sleep.]