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Characters: Death the Kid and Liz Thompson
Location: Gallows Mansion
Rating: ...uh....G...?
Time: May 10, late evening
Description: He's baaaaaaaaaaack. Or rather, he has been back, just intermittently. But the last trip was likely his last for a while and he was in much need of R&R.

Kid could not remember the last time he stepped inside his house let alone his own bed. A few days? Weeks? Months?

In secret he had been going out to different cities, bases, countries to see how things were going. Some were more harrowing than others, and the recent in-city uprising. He almost cancelled his last two trips, but political pressure and possible rising threats elsewhere pushed him out. The last trip had been an overall success (except for the fact that at one point he failed to resonate with Spirit and had to almost cut it early), but now he had to deal with the matters back home.

"Liz...Patti...I'm back," he called out and surprised himself by how...tired he sounded. It was also disconcerting when the hallway started to swim before his eyes and he had to grab the edge of a nearby table.

He had been fine just a few hours before. So why was he— He just quickly shook his head. No, no time to be failing now. There were reports he needed to read, mission logs to look over, files to sort through.

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When they reached the living room, he made his way to the couch and slumped down in it. That was when he truly felt everything that had been holding him up vanish.

"I'll just wait here if you don't mind."

Oh, yes, it was definitely bad when he didn't mind eating on the couch.

However, she nodded her head. "I'll go get a tray for it. Water okay or do you want something else?"

She started to walk towards the kitchen.

"Water's fine," he answered as he leaned back and rested his foreharm against his eyes. Hm. He felt warmer than usual, and considering what he was, that was odd. But that was likely just his imagination.

Liz left the living room to go retrieve the meal. It had been deli sandwiches tonight, and she'd picked up Kid's usual order. She was very glad she had. It'd take even less time for him to get into his food. He looked like he desperately needed it.

Some days she wondered what would happen when she and Patti passed on. Things like would his future Weapons have any idea of the nuances of being partners with Kid? Tonight, it seemed, was going to be one of those nights.

She returned with the tray, food and water resting on it.

"I know you're tired, Kid, but you need to eat something," she told him.

God help his future weapons and everyone else who would have to deal with him. Here is hoping that by then he'll at least have matured more.

But that was the future. This was the present, and while Liz had been preparing his dinner Kid had been left to his own thoughts. A mental checklist of what he needed to do. No, they were not things he should be thinking, but it actually helped him. A bit of security to at least have some plan for the morrow.

When he heard Liz approach, he lifted his hand and straightened back up. Minute by minute he felt that need for sleep beckon, but he resisted. He gave his thanks as he took the tray and took a bite.

And ate it a lot faster than he anticipated. All right, he was hungrier than he thought.

"I'm sorry I haven't been around lately," he said after another.

"It's fine, Kid. You had things you had to do. Just wish we could've gone with you," she said honestly. "I know why you had us stay behind, but it still stunk."

Because she was almost certain that his temporary Weapons had been about ready to rip their hair out.

Out of habit, she placed her palm to her forehead and her other palm to his, comparing the temperature. Belatedly, she remembered that it was next to impossible for him to be sick. Oh, well. It wouldn't hurt.

"Honestly, I'd rather have you both as well," he admitted. "Although it's good for me and Spirit to continue working on our resonance, it's easier with you two." And there was a slight cringe as he recalled when his condition prevented them from resonating.

At her actions, however, he blinked and looked at her questioningly.

"Sorry. Old habit from whenever Patti started looking run down." She gave a small smirk. "Not surprisingly, you're not running a fever though you still look pretty pale for you."

He just gave her a dry look.

"Of course not. I'm a god—it's impossible for me to catch a fever or even be sick."

Liz rolled her eyes. "Sheesh. Sorry that I did a completely unnecessary check because I forgot for five seconds."

Because she was worried about you. Dumb boy.

He only looked at her for a few seconds longer before turning his attention back to the half finished sandwich.

"This does help, though. So thank you."

She smiled at that. "Good."

Yes, she'd seen him recover from being wailed on by things like a giant mallet made of bandages but that didn't mean that she was okay with it. There were some days where she was scared that the next injury he took on he wouldn't be able to heal.

And after a few more bites and draining his glass, he slowly stood, carefully balancing the tray in his hands.

"You've already done more than enough—I can take care of things from here."

Although it was just a sandwich, he had not been lying. He could feel more of his strength returning and while he was not at full recovery, things did not feel as if they were going to move around anymore. However he did come to realize that he was going to need to rest.

"Uh uh. I'll take care of the dishes. You go to bed now."

She stood up and crossed her arms, blocking his way to the kitchen.

"Liz, I can at least do this much."

She probably was speaking the truth, but he was going to be stubborn about this.

Well, it was fortunate for you that she was just as stubborn.

Tonight, she would not be moved.

"Bed." She pointed sternly towards the stairs for emphasis.

He continued to stare just as hard at her before finally sighing and handing her the tray.

"You're not going to give up are you? Fine, here."

She took the tray from him, feeling victorious. (She hadn't even needed to threaten to wake Patti this time.) Not many people could say they bullied the Grim Reaper and won.

Of course, she had a good reason to. The fact he gave in so easily meant that he must've been even more tired than he let on.

"I'll be up in a bit. Try and get some sleep, okay?"

She'd pop her head into his room and check on him, of course. Old habits died hard.

"All right."

Though he was going to take a much needed shower first. Then sleep. Maybe.

If going pass his study on the way back from the bathroom does not distract him at least.

Liz went to go wash the dishes, feeling a bit proud of herself. It didn't take long to finish and she set them on the rack to dry.

Once finished, she headed upstairs to go check on her Meister.

He had finished preparing to sleep, but there was a problem. He wasn't in his room. Indeed, his study had distracted. Just one look, he thought.

Just one little look to see how much work he would have to catch up on, he promised.

Instead he was sitting at his desk with the desk lamp on and looking over the files with more thoroughness than originally planned.

Liz stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, clearly annoyed.

"How did I know it was too easy?" she asked.

She walked over to him and grabbed the back of his collar.

"Put that stuff down. You're going to bed. Even if I have to drag you there."

At the collar grab, Kid was jerked back and made a sound that was a bit like a "Hurkagh" kind of sound before he glared up angrily at her.

"Liz! Let go of me!"

"No. You said you were going to bed and where do I find you? At your desk. Unbelievable," she said with a stern glare. "You can come back to this tomorrow."

"I was only going to spend five minutes to see what all there is, nothing more."

Maybe.

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If he's sick, she's going to fuuuuuss.

Noo he's not. But he'll seem like that at first anyway. Just usual stress/exhaustion symptoms.

She's still going to fuss.

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