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30.Oct.18, 12:07 AM
The suggestion of a slumber party immediately had Misharan’s attention, and he nodded enthusiastically at them both, especially when Kordiavis offered to stay for an extra day or more. He’d never expected them to stay with him, even if he really wanted them too, so the fact they’d brought it up, not him, made him feel all light with happiness. Misha had the best friends.
“Yes!” he said excitedly, looking back and forth between the two of them, “The guy who has the bed next to mine Impressed, he won’t miss it if we borrow it. And I know the Candidate beds are tiny, but two pushed together should fit the three of us, right?” Misharan asked hopefully, really wanting to stay as close as possible to Mylorah and Kordiavis, so he didn’t think any extra space was really needed, but he didn’t want either of them to feel too cramped. What if they got uncomfortable and left?
“I’ll definitely give you a tour, Kordi, it just may take a day or two before it happens. I bet Mylo knows Telgar pretty well too, we’d make an excellent tour team. And you’re welcome to borrow any of my shit while you’re here, I’m sure you’ll want a bath or something, and I have plenty of soapsand and stuff.” Wait, was he allowed to take a bath with his injuries? He must be, right? But he hadn’t asked. He should do that before heading off to sleep. Which would hopefully be soon, the world was starting to get a little blurry around the edges and Misha was a little worried he’d just fall asleep standing up and fall over. He blinked tiredly, resting almost all of his weight on his friends. They should do the sleep thing in a bed before he passed out, and Misharan slowly and regretfully loosened his grip on Mylo and Kordi.
“Should prolly sleep now, I bet you guys are fucking exhausted too,” he said, slipping out of the hug before grabbing one of each of their hands and starting to gently pull them towards where the Healers were milling around, “I’m s’posed to check in with a Healer before I leave, but we can go right after that, yeah?” Misha asked, hoping they would stay with him. Some people didn’t like being around Healers, but Misharan really felt better having support there for him, and really hoped his friends didn’t mind getting dragged along to the Healer.
Thankfully, the Healer who’d treated him earlier wasn’t too busy, and Misharan managed to pull him aside to get permission to go the fuck to bed. The man agreed after giving Misharan’s injuries a once over and changing the bandages, offering to show Mylorah and Kordiavis how to do it as well just in case they ever needed to. He also confirmed that Misha could take baths, which was great, but he also said they wanted to see him in a couple days because they should probably stitch some of the wider lacerations closed, once the Healers could be sure they were clean and didn’t have sand in them. Less great. Misharan wasn’t looking forward to that at all, but at least numbweed and fellis existed. There would be time to think about that later, though, because the Healer gave him permission to leave (thank fuck) and get on with the slumber party portion of the evening. Morning. Whenever the fuck.
“I claim the middle, because I say so,” Misha announced on the way to the Candidate barracks once the Healer dismissed them, “Also cause I’m hurt and you’re not gonna tell me no, so ha, I win.” Misha wanted maximum snuggling, injuries be damned, because fuck if it wasn’t that kind of day. If anyone wanted him to get up before like, dinnertime he would riot.
“Yes!” he said excitedly, looking back and forth between the two of them, “The guy who has the bed next to mine Impressed, he won’t miss it if we borrow it. And I know the Candidate beds are tiny, but two pushed together should fit the three of us, right?” Misharan asked hopefully, really wanting to stay as close as possible to Mylorah and Kordiavis, so he didn’t think any extra space was really needed, but he didn’t want either of them to feel too cramped. What if they got uncomfortable and left?
“I’ll definitely give you a tour, Kordi, it just may take a day or two before it happens. I bet Mylo knows Telgar pretty well too, we’d make an excellent tour team. And you’re welcome to borrow any of my shit while you’re here, I’m sure you’ll want a bath or something, and I have plenty of soapsand and stuff.” Wait, was he allowed to take a bath with his injuries? He must be, right? But he hadn’t asked. He should do that before heading off to sleep. Which would hopefully be soon, the world was starting to get a little blurry around the edges and Misha was a little worried he’d just fall asleep standing up and fall over. He blinked tiredly, resting almost all of his weight on his friends. They should do the sleep thing in a bed before he passed out, and Misharan slowly and regretfully loosened his grip on Mylo and Kordi.
“Should prolly sleep now, I bet you guys are fucking exhausted too,” he said, slipping out of the hug before grabbing one of each of their hands and starting to gently pull them towards where the Healers were milling around, “I’m s’posed to check in with a Healer before I leave, but we can go right after that, yeah?” Misha asked, hoping they would stay with him. Some people didn’t like being around Healers, but Misharan really felt better having support there for him, and really hoped his friends didn’t mind getting dragged along to the Healer.
Thankfully, the Healer who’d treated him earlier wasn’t too busy, and Misharan managed to pull him aside to get permission to go the fuck to bed. The man agreed after giving Misharan’s injuries a once over and changing the bandages, offering to show Mylorah and Kordiavis how to do it as well just in case they ever needed to. He also confirmed that Misha could take baths, which was great, but he also said they wanted to see him in a couple days because they should probably stitch some of the wider lacerations closed, once the Healers could be sure they were clean and didn’t have sand in them. Less great. Misharan wasn’t looking forward to that at all, but at least numbweed and fellis existed. There would be time to think about that later, though, because the Healer gave him permission to leave (thank fuck) and get on with the slumber party portion of the evening. Morning. Whenever the fuck.
“I claim the middle, because I say so,” Misha announced on the way to the Candidate barracks once the Healer dismissed them, “Also cause I’m hurt and you’re not gonna tell me no, so ha, I win.” Misha wanted maximum snuggling, injuries be damned, because fuck if it wasn’t that kind of day. If anyone wanted him to get up before like, dinnertime he would riot.
