-kiss on the cheek-
Hey! I’m good. how are you sweetie?
Ewan laughs slightly, hugging Eli and patting him on the back. “I’m alright, things are going pretty well. How’s the store?”
//oop, okey dokey! as always, this is open to anyone that wants to thread!
Ewan had thought that he’d be okay going for a walk around the town, maybe popping into a couple of shops to restock on food and other essentials for the house. Apparently, however, he was wrong.
Because of this, he now lay in one of the quieter, less populated areas of Night Vale, half conscious, groaning, and covered in blood - most of it his, but not all of it. He yelped as he tried to pull himself into a different position, and resolved to stay put.
"Someone..someone help me?" he called, doing his best not to bleed out, hand firmly clamped over one of his wounds, laying on top of others to try and apply the same pressure. Lots, however, were still exposed and lying on the ground to cover wounds isn’t exactly a clean or hygienic thing to do.
"If you did, I woulda slapped you so hard you’d wake right the hell up, no matter how dead you were." Matt huffed, but smiled as he cuddled Ewan a bit. He flicked him on the nose when he tried moving his wing. "Nope. You’re gonna get bed rest and little else for the next few weeks. At least." He crosses his arms.
"But…" Ewan sighs. For once, he has been defeated. It hurts too much to do anything.
"You’re going to get so many fucking cartoon post its stuck to you."
[Lets play ‘how many post it doodles can i fit on this blanket. If I run out of room, start to stick them on Matt.]
[Ewan is bored. He’s solving this problem by doodling little drawings on post-it notes then sticking them on the sheet blanket thing.]
[What the fuck what the fuck Penny USED TO HAVE LEGS WHAT IS THIS]
[tries to cover it up with his blanket]
what the fuck i s th i s
[oh dear oh dear]
Are you ok?? what th’ heck happened?