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[tacticalvisor]

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[tacticalvisor]

Boli-really, Gabe? [ur gonna pull out ur superior spanish on him. FINE, BE THAT WAY. He rolls his eyes, reaching for one of the extra pillows and tossing it with only so much effort at Reyes] At least I'm not the one stuck in a bucket.

[beat]

I mean, a buuuuuh-ket.

[gr1m]

Really, Jack. [Don't start what can't be kept up with, or something like that. Chuckling as he caught that pillow

even if it knocked his hood back, hair a good bit longer than how he usually lets it grow.] Tempoaril—

[Corner of his mouth twitched before that pillow was tossed back back at Morrison.]

This buuuuh-ket is going to be a new hat for you soon.

[tacticalvisor]

[Catch!] Don't make me be stealin' your buuuuuuh-ket, it's not like I've got a bedpan around here.

[Not like he needs one - he's perfectly capable of getting up to use the wash closet - but the 'threat' is there as he tosses the pillow back]

[gr1m]

[Catching that pillow with a lean back, a foot propped just against the edge of that bed. Luckily he's just wearing socks rather than any of his boots.

Maybe the catch was a bit exaggerated, holding the pillow to his chest for a moment.]

Saying you need one, old man? Do I need to inform Ana of this news?

[Pillow toss!]

[tacticalvisor]

[just gonna prop himself up and whup that is a pillow to the face. alas, his plans have been turned against him. but he's laughing a little, grabbing hold and swatting at Reaper with it, WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE IT AT ALL HUH]

Don't you fucking dare-!

[gr1m]

Or what?

[Batting away at the pillow with his hands easily enough, laughing just under hi breath all the while.

Keeping that foot propped against the edge of the bed as well.]

[tacticalvisor]

Or I'm telling Ana you're out of your bucket!

[Is the threat going to work? Who knows. But he'll try with it.

Gabe'll probably notice that he's tiring much, much faster than he should. Even so, he's practically - no, literally - glowing with amusement, even as he gives a final swat and leans back with a happy huff]

[gr1m]

[Gabriel actually snorted.]

That would be a good sign, means I'm recovering and not stuck in a bucket forever.

[It's noticed, catching hold of that pillow after a moment but no pulling it away.]

Though, I don't think I can hold this for to much longer.

[tacticalvisor]

Means you can get up and actually do some work, lazy ass.

[But his smile softens a bit. Less smirky, there.]

Don't stress on my account. You're harder to hit when you're smoke, anyway.

[gr1m]

You'd still end up with a bed pan.

[As it was he did let go of the pillow, in a way it'd drop over Jack's face as he retreated back in to that bucket and

Yeah, no. He let out a breath and probably shouldn't have held out as long as he had.]

Funny.

[tacticalvisor]

I'll dump it in you.

[He moves the pillow and- well, that's a bit of an unexpected heart pang at the loss of visual. He pushes it down, buries it under everything else, and lays his head back on the pillow while looking down at the bucket]

That the first time you got out of that state since the fight?

[gr1m]

[Well that was a solid hand flipping him of at that, before it too retreated in to the rest of the goo.

Still, there was a soft hum over the re-established connection.]

Yeah. Can take a lot out of me, think there's still some of the negativity still clinging and until it's cleared out I'll have some problems.

Hence all the positive emotion charged food.

[tacticalvisor]

[he can't help but smirk again at that reaction, adjusting himself on the pillow to get comfortable. he grunts in acknowledgement, then, after a moment;]

Is it only food, or would just plain emotion help?

[gr1m]

[He could manage a hand, even if it was the same color as the shadow slime with claws but, well. He'd still made the gesture, right?]

Just plain emotion would probably help, the food is just another way to get it in plus something solid.

[tacticalvisor]

Mmm. Well, no promises.

[But he'll try. Not like he's doing much here anyway, that whole...pillowfight took a surprising amount out of him. So he rolls over on to his back and glances up at the ceiling, closing his eyes.

Positive emotion...

...right. This'll be 'fun'.]

[gr1m]

You're something else.

[At least it wouldn't be emotionally draining on Jack if he did manage. Just be.. absorbing whatever from the area around him.

Huh.]