The Journal (Inbox - ARCHIVED)

[chippedsoul]

Use this for any IC one-on-one contact and finishing any loose ends at forgottentales

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[greatestdefective]

When I fought Hyde, you mean? I was a bit too careless, I suppose. Curious, as that normally never happens.

[chippedsoul]

You were already careless the moment you decided to fight him. [He sinks a little beneath the blankets.] It's just your arm?

[greatestdefective]

Oh, yes. But as I said, a doctor had a look at it. It's better now, see?

[He holds out his arm, wiggling the fingers. Yes, it still stings a bit, but no, he won't let it show.]

[chippedsoul]

Is that so...? You don't seem the type to listen to a doctor though. [He didn't acknowledge his wiggling fingers, cause he's starting to doze off again. While the potion helped a little, it doesn't exactly replace nourishment.]

[greatestdefective]

What is that supposed to mean? I'll have you know, doctors are some of my favorite people! I listen to my little Iris when she speaks all the time! [Gosh!!!]

[chippedsoul]

[He just groans back in response, his body feeling heavy of sleep. His stomach still whines pathetically, hoping this time it'll be fed something, anything.]

[greatestdefective]

[Sherlock is just... not really paying attention to that.]

Speaking of doctors, will you be seeing one as well? You're hardly at your best and there is only so much a healing potion can do.

[chippedsoul]

Hm.... [Was that a yes or a no? Answer is more sleep, which is, probably not the thing he needs right now.]

[greatestdefective]

[Wow, and Sherlock thought he was bad. He places a hand on Asougi's shoulder and gives him a shake.]

Oy, c'mon now. At least eat something.

[chippedsoul]

[There's a disapproving groan in response.] Get something... [He mutters in his sleep. Unfortunately investigation in the kitchen will reveal nothing that's edible.]

[greatestdefective]

[Don't worry, cooking was not an option either way. Holmes takes the "get something" very literally, if only because it's convenient for him. He has no patience for cooking. So he calmly stands up again.]

Alright, then. I'll be back soon. You had best work up an appetite in the meantime.

[He will be gone for a good half hour, so Asougi can either sleep or do the smart thing and not sleep.]

[chippedsoul]

[He's starving to the point that his body has been breaking down whatever nutrients is still inside him. Even with the potion's help, he couldn't really go back to sleep with the nausea he was feeling. After spending several minutes staring at nothing, tossing and turning, he gives up, pushing himself to sit back up in the bed.

That's all he can do for now. At least he'll be ready to eat, whatever it is that Holmes brings. He stares at his own frail hands, frowning. He's so hungry, he was starting to get some terrible ideas. He shakes his head, pushing back the very thought. The detective will come back at any moment.]

[greatestdefective]

[Holmes returns! He doesn't really announce it, though. He once again enters through lockpicking and relatively silent treading. Once he's dropped his hat and coat next to the coat rack, he heads upstairs, a bag of food in hand. He basically slides his way into Asougi's room.]

Knock knock! [Is there a point to saying the knocking out loud? Especially after he's already entered the room? ...Sure there is.]

[chippedsoul]

[He didn't mean to, but he just visibly sighs when the detective declares his presence. Must he be so...dramatic?]

I hear you. [He's at least sitting up to greet him instead of sleeping more.] What...exactly did you bring? [Surely, the detective wouldn't bring anything back that's questionable...right?]

[greatestdefective]

[Holmes is so used to people sighing when he enters a room that he doesn't take it as an insult at all. If anything, he assumes people become downcast because they're a bit envious of him. We can't all be Great Detectives!]

Oh, I don't quite know. I asked them to toss in a little bit of everything, you see!

[He sets the (pretty huge) bag of food down on the nightstand and starts taking out a few small tubs. Little bit of everything means little bit of everything. There's some stuff with potatoes and green beans, there's some meat stew, there's some pasta and then there's some elaborate seafood platter with fish and octopus. At least all the dishes are kept separate in their own tubs!]

[chippedsoul]

. . . [He's hungry, but all this food in one place somehow makes him lose his appetite.]

I'll...just take the soup. [He reaches for the nearest soup of whatever. His hands shake as he tries to bring it closer to himself to actually eat it. A movement so simple, proved to be a struggle to him.]