honest alien (c)

[attr="class","fitz"]He shuffles closer towards her, peering curiously from behind her shoulder. He blinks; he feels her irritation, so he supposes everything is as it should be.

Hilal picks up the milk and peers at the date. He opens it, smells it and makes a face, promptly setting it aside. "I would throw up over you you know that right." He offers, bracing his face in his hands. "I'm tired..."

He drops his chin into Seo's shoulder, fingers clutching at her arm. "Seo... can't you cook faster?" He blinks blankly. "I'm hungry."

[attr="class","fitz"]hilal groans softly, evidently unhappy that seo chose to blatantly shun him. he tries to show his unhappiness with a pout but ends up sneezing instead, reaction way too slow to actually catch it in his hands. he rubs his nose with the back of his hand.

"i'm not an invalid, that's rude! you can't be rude to me!" he complains, although it comes out more like a whine, as he rests his head against hers. "be nicer to me, will you?" he breaths heavily, stands as if he's about to topple over.

[attr="class","fitz"]"you do understand, you just don't like me." hilal manages a pathetic attempt at careless laughter. "oh well."

hilal is otherwise fairly obedient. he doesn't say anything or complain when seo drags him over to the sofa, and he lies there quietly with an amused smile on his face and a dripping nose.

he pulls at the box of tissues, nodding as he wipes his nose. he groans softly. his head keeps ringing nonsensical things but still he sits up to watch seo.

"are you okay?" he asks, voice croaky.

[attr="class","fitz"]"good, good. happy seo is a good seo..." he dawls, arms resting on the back of the sofa, head resting on top. "it must've been... the rain from last night. mmm." his eyelids droop, his head playing some kind of lullaby he was now humming along to.

eventually he slides down, lying down properly onto the sofa. his muscles are tense and his whole body is unbearably stiff, but he fights sleep because he thinks he can smell good food even though his nose is completely blocked; his guess is the auditory illusion coming from the bubbling pot.

with tired, wary eyes, they follow seo as she appears before him with the food. he breathes slowly, heavily. he closes his eyes for a moment, as if deep in thought.

"you're.... not allowed to leave my side, okay." his order lacks a certain punch, but it's no less selfish and bratty than all of his other ones. "and... only thing i have are... potions... should be labelled." his head hurts. still, he wills himself awake because he's hungry and there's no telling what seo might do to his potions if he's not awake to supervise.