[semi-accidental video]

[double_edged]

[Not even a day has passed and you can already expect Azimuth to be on his feet, continuing life as normal. Except something about him still seems off, and in the process of preparing breakfast, the old Lombax could be seen stopping from time to time, murmuring to himself, or pausing to lean on the counter. His movements are stiff and hesitant, though he manages enough sense of mind to nearly complete an entire bowl of cereal.

Milk poured, an unsteady hand sets the gallon aside, opting to put it back in the fridge later. This is followed by another hesitant pause, and the Elder stares strangely down at the Lucky Charms filled to the rim.

He raises the spoon.

But his head is first to splash into the bowl, nearly knocking it over.

No, Alister, that's not how you eat.]

[ooc: aaaand wrap-up post. Alister's staying at the Villa with Rin and Yukio until he's a bit more steady on his feet. o7]

Comments

[action] idk dicks

[heartandsoul]

[The fox-thing, which is actually an Eevee, which is actually named Pip, acts immediately when this happens--nudging at Alister further with little headbutts and licks to remove the marshmallowy mess.]

Ah, Pip, I don't think that's going to help. He really needs rest right now.

[When he doesn't respond, Maka just sighs and leaves for a moment to get some water...

...With a straw.]

[action] no penises

[double_edged]

[He tries to swat away at whatever's licking him but the hand is numb and clumsy. Nearly smacking the poor critter in the face, it drops at his side and he simply watches its movement with a blank expression. He's never... seen a creature like this before, but he assumes it's one of those 'Pokemon' that roamed the city. Who told him about that, however, is lost on him for the moment.

But soon, something else is placed in his field of vision and his eyes shift up slightly to follow the arm, trying to look into the newcomer's face. He's not quite all there just yet, though he's able to focus enough to keep his gaze locked on their's.]

[action] but. but. but.

[heartandsoul]

[Nothin' special here, bro, just a pigtailed girl and a fat little Eevee sitting flat on the table lashing his tail.]

...Mr. Alister?

[She pushes the cup forward and wiggles the straw a little.]

[action] ...not in front of the chitlins

[double_edged]

[Whoop, sorry Maka. Did you say something? He just keeps staring at you.

Except he does glance down once when the straw is wiggled, trying to figure out what she wants him to do with it. His head felt too heavy to move and... could a table be soft? This one was.]

[action] but how else will they LEARN

[heartandsoul]

...[Okay how is she going to pull up a dead cat and make him drink water? Because lying on the table is not a good thing.]

Pip--[the Eevee moves forward and nudges Alister's head up again, as much as he's able to, letting Maka place the straw at his mouth.]

Drink, sir.

[action] SO YOU'RE GOING TO SHOVE DICKS IN THEIR FACES. THAT'S CALLED PEDOPHILIA.

[double_edged]

[So he's more leaning on the Eevee than anything else, but that's alright. It doesn't mind. --or so he hopes. It's going to be very uncomfortable if the creature suddenly darts off elsewhere, and he could do without the new headache.

But it is nice and soft. The Lombax starts to close his eyes, gently nuzzling into the warm patch of fur, then jumps slightly at something long and thin pressing past his fangs. Idly, he tests the object in his mouth, nearly spitting it back out before he recognizes what it is and what he's supposed to be doing.

Straw. Drinking. Of course.

Let's try that.]

[action] "YOUR DICK AND YOU" A NOVEL BY MOZART

[heartandsoul]

[That's better, progress. He can't lean on Pip all day, though, so Maka leaves for a moment and brings back a pillow from the couch for him to rest on. Pip moves out slightly from under the weight, but nuzzles Alister back regardless.]

Sir? Can you hear me? Make a sound if you can.

[action] BEST-SELLER FOR SURE. LIKE JK ROWLING.

[double_edged]

[Funnily enough he barely even notices. With how relaxed his body was and his eyes closed as they had been? He'd nearly nodded off at all.

But he still hears the voice and knows he should respond in turn, so the Lombax gives a low, drawn out rumble of the throat. He doesn't try to look up or give reassuring words. That would come later, when he could think of the words to say in the first place.]