some ambiguous day during week 5

[crazily]

[ Granted, Break had expected to be more or less bedridden after pushing himself so hard the past week, but still... It's so boring. Gilbert at least stays with him most of the time, though Break doesn't let him stay all the time. He truly hates the feeling of being a burden or being looked after like a child, so every so often, he makes Gilbert go do something else instead of tending to him.

Though at the very least, Break does ask him to keep the door open when he leaves. With not much else to do, Break would at least welcome company from others. At least being bored makes him more sociable?

So when Lucy comes by, the door is open for visitors, and Break is being his usual weirdass self, of course. He just has a bit of string, but he's making complex designs with them, because honestly, what else is he going to do... ]

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[americanbeauty]

[Whatever the motive for this week is, Lucy will make time to bother the resident old man in his infirmary bed. It would be rude to expect him to spend all his time alone just because he's so frail. <3

He'll smell a hearty stew wafting down the hall before he even hears her footsteps. You're lucky she is a decent cook and also hid those heart healthy liver chunks in with a more palpable stock. Knock knock on his door frame if he doesn't call out to her first.]

It's no good not to eat thanks to being cooped up.

[crazily]

[ The savory odor of the stew is definitely difficult to miss, and it had certainly made Break smile to catch a whiff of it. It smells quite tasty, so to himself, he had thought that he hoped someone would enjoy it. Of course, as evidenced by his surprise as he looks up from his weird hobbies when Lucy knocks on the door, he hadn't expected it to come for him.

...Though perhaps he's making assumptions? Even though she's talking about eating... More than anything, he's just surprised that anyone but Gilbert would think about feeding him. ]

Ah, I've been eating, I promise~.

[ Well, mostly. His appetite for anything but sweets tends to be pretty small. ]

It smells like you've made something quite tasty yourself! A stew, isn't it~?

[americanbeauty]

[Break. Don't be this way.

That delicious smelling stew is getting placed right on his bedside table with a napkin and utensils. It's not much because no one needs hot soup to get spilled around here. Eat more things that aren't sugar, old man.]

It is and it's for you. You can't live off sweets forever.

[Haha, he isn't living for much longer at all with all the junk he's doing.

[crazily]

[ As it's set down, Break's surprise only increases, since now it's fairly clear that it's intended for him. There's always the option that she just came to eat it here in front of him but 1) he's not quite that pessimistic and 2) he doesn't think Lucy is that much of an asshole. So with the much more obvious idea, he's just... surprised. ]

I— You didn't need to bring me anything.

[ He actually seems a bit bashful about her doing so. ]

[americanbeauty]

I know but I felt like it.

[It's a bit of a check up but seriously they can't expect Gilbert to do all the work around here. Accept some unsolicited kindness, weirdo.]

Are you feeling better?

[No coughed up blood or dying speeches?]

[crazily]

[ But he doesn't know how to deal, Lucy!! He's a barely functional person, okay... Though still, he laughs and nods, though it's with a smile that's definitely embarrassed. ]

Oh, yes, I am. I just... [ Another laugh, and he shrugs ] Well, I hadn't slept much at all since the past Monday. I suppose those after-effects were the last little thing.

[ He waves a hand dismissively ]

So I've rested, and I'm feeling much better now, I promise. I'm just a stubborn old man, you know, so it's difficult for me to actually rest when I should~.

[americanbeauty]

[Break, you're overusing the insincere clown voice. You ain't fooling anyone. Thankfully she doesn't go full Gilbert nursemaid and try to clean or anything while visiting, instead she seats herself on the edge of the second bed. Conversation while he eats is good.]

They are a tad nasty. After all the stress for days... It's like rubbing salt on wounds. [At least he didn't have to deal with them after the first trial when no one knew what they were.]

It seems like you've been forced into it, huh?

[crazily]

[ He nods ]

Just a bit. [ Which could answer either part of what Lucy says, really. But seeing as the subject of the death-shocks has more of less been covered so far as Break has anything to say about it, he moves on to the latter portion. ] But

Half-forced and half knowing my own limits, at least on occasion. I'll admit that I'm stubborn, but I don't really want to go to an early grave because of that.