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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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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.

"Kid, you came upstairs ten minutes ago. If I know you as well as I'm pretty sure I know you, you decided to poke your head in here first to take a look at things and got caught up in it. In other words..."

She put her free hand on her hip.

"...time's up, mister. Bedtime. Don't make me wake up Patti because you're being stubborn."

Why did he have to have such a mother hen of a weapon? Nag nag nag, that was all he ever heard. But the last thing he needed was Patti joining in. He would not have been able to handle it.

So he just sighed. "Fine. Fine. You can at least let go of my collar before you stretch and ruin it."

One day, Kid, you will appreciate her nagging you.

Possibly tomorrow if a good night's rest does as much for you as she thought it would

She let go and mutely pointed in the direction of his room. There was a threat in her posture that she would drag him there if necessary.

Until all those kidnappings happen tomorrow. Then it will be back to square one. But until then, he just looked at her before following that point, knowing full well that she really would drag him if he dallied any longer.

Upon approaching his room (and glancing to see that all the candles and paintings were properly aligned—yes, good) he stopped and turned around to face her with a look that read, "You're not going to follow me in here, too, are you?"

There wouldn't have been much Kid could've done anyway to stop that.

However, she just crossed her arms and looked away, giving him time to get changed. However, she wasn't budging from the doorway.

He will still feel guilty.

Kid stared at her for a moment longer before rolling his eyes and going in his room.

And shutting the door behind him. Or at least attempt to.

Liz allowed it to close, leaning against the wall of the hallway. She'd give him some time to change and get settled. Then she'd give a peek inside to make sure he was sleeping. Once that was done, she was getting some sleep herself.

Knowing that his weapon was waiting outside of the hall was a bit offputting. Or rather, he was not sure how to feel about that other than "stifling." He could fully understand the term "mother hen" now, or at least get a very good idea. But despite his grievances, he understood that Liz was worried about him and despite his own stubbornness, this was probably the best course of action.

So once he was finished changing and had done his usual nightly routine—it had been quite some time since he had been in his room—he called out to her.

"I'm going to bed now, Liz, so you can quit standing out there."

"You better be, or I'm breaking out rope to tie you down and Patti to knock you unconscious," Liz threatened.

She started to retreat to her own room.

"There is definitely no need for that," he called out before going to his own bed.

Though as annoying and naggy Liz was, there was some comfort knowing that the weapon was only looking out for him. It had been a while since he had been around them, and though it was only the one, he knew he would have his fair share of Patti in the morning.

And feeling the comfort of home...perhaps he really would get some rest that night.

Liz dozed for about an hour before waking up to do her checks. It was old habit from Brooklyn to periodically wake up and make sure her little sister was doing all right. Since becoming Kid's Weapon, she'd expanded that habit to include her Meister. She often wondered if he'd ever noticed but never asked.

Patti, as predicted, was sleeping soundly, clutching a giraffe plush toy to her chest by the neck. Liz smiled and softly closed the door.

Going to Kid's room, she slowly and carefully opened the door to peek inside.

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