[ This is the life. Hanging out in his pyjamas, having friends over and serve him food. JJ looks ridiculously pleased as Yusuke sets the soup and bread on the table, it's not the first time since he'd gotten sick, but the novelty has yet to wear off. He's sure to offer Yusuke his thanks as he does so, offering a quick prayer before he tears off a piece of bread to dip into the soup. ]
You're probably right about that, we're both artists at heart.
[ Albeit ones with radically different hobbies. It doesn't really matter to him however, and he's surprised at how little his image of Yusuke has changed after finding about his dalliances in crime fighting.
He's shooting the other teen a smile as he blows on the piece of bread, but the bite never makes it to his mouth when pain, sudden and strong cracks up his legs, sharper than the dull aches that had been plaguing him before this. It's stark, the bread falling from his fingers and splattering back into the bowl but his fingers don't stay numb for long, one hand forming into a fist that bangs into the table, and the other gripping his thigh, nails digging into the bare skin there.
His eyes are already squeezed shut, blind to Yusuke's expression as he kneels over, mind overrun with the feeling of his muscles cramping so hard it's as though they're trying to tear away from his bones. ]
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You're probably right about that, we're both artists at heart.
[ Albeit ones with radically different hobbies. It doesn't really matter to him however, and he's surprised at how little his image of Yusuke has changed after finding about his dalliances in crime fighting.
He's shooting the other teen a smile as he blows on the piece of bread, but the bite never makes it to his mouth when pain, sudden and strong cracks up his legs, sharper than the dull aches that had been plaguing him before this. It's stark, the bread falling from his fingers and splattering back into the bowl but his fingers don't stay numb for long, one hand forming into a fist that bangs into the table, and the other gripping his thigh, nails digging into the bare skin there.
His eyes are already squeezed shut, blind to Yusuke's expression as he kneels over, mind overrun with the feeling of his muscles cramping so hard it's as though they're trying to tear away from his bones. ]