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Jul. 27th, 2016 02:05 pmIt's been over a week now since Kieren's run in with an automobile, short stint in hospital, and return to the land of the living. In that time, Sirius has attempted cooking a number of meals (some with very limited success) and brewed endless cups of tea for Kieren's taste. He's gone to the grocery store nearly every single day, bringing home bagfulls of things either specifically requested by Kieren or purchased impulsively by Sirius.
(Some, he'll admit to no one, hadn't been purchased at all. But what's the use of being a wizard without using the privileges inherent in such a thing from time to time.)
Tonight, in lieu of yet another botched cooking attempt, Sirius has instead decided to order in. There's a lovely Indian place just down the street he's always loved and so uses the little mobile phone contraption and orders... quiet a bit before joining Kieren on the couch.
"How's the arm today?" he asks, making sure not to jostle too roughly as he pulls his feet up on the sofa and reaches over to lightly squeeze Kieren's thigh, just because he can. "Do you need another pain spell?"
(Some, he'll admit to no one, hadn't been purchased at all. But what's the use of being a wizard without using the privileges inherent in such a thing from time to time.)
Tonight, in lieu of yet another botched cooking attempt, Sirius has instead decided to order in. There's a lovely Indian place just down the street he's always loved and so uses the little mobile phone contraption and orders... quiet a bit before joining Kieren on the couch.
"How's the arm today?" he asks, making sure not to jostle too roughly as he pulls his feet up on the sofa and reaches over to lightly squeeze Kieren's thigh, just because he can. "Do you need another pain spell?"
