text;week 2

[p_mortem]

[ Right... The watch thing can function as a phone, is what Minato had been told, though it's been largely silence on his wrist and he hardly ever bothers with it. The lack of correspondence is normal and is fine with him, but it's times like this where he thinks it useful for reaching out to people, both who he's talked to and not. ]

Just wondering... Does anybody have a dog, or knows how to take care of dogs? Or know if it's okay for a dog to eat nothing but curry for a week...

[ The answer to his last question is obviously a "no," but it leads to the question he's implying but doesn't really want to admit. AKA he has no idea what to feed a dog, as he was the one in charge of taking his out for a walk but not of meals, and it's since dawned on him that a strict diet of curry isn't the best for either people or dogs.


For those who'd rather speak in person, Minato will most likely be found in his room, laying flat on his back on his bed, Koromaru flopped over on his stomach. Both of them seem listless— the usual, for Minato, but quite unusual for the dog who'd be the first to jump to his feet to greet you at the door. ]

Comments

[p_mortem]

Maybe. Someone was trying to make a medicine, but it's too bitter to stay down, or drink enough of it.

[ It's not a definite "no it won't work," though, and it's the best he can offer when nobody seems to believe his tried and true method of just sleeping 3-4 days straight to get over colds. ]

[fuck1ngusernam3]

Huh.

[He thinks about it, then shrugs. Could make his throat worse, could make it better. Hearing how bad his chances are means he's suddenly less sure about taking it.]

You tried it yet? How'd it go?

[p_mortem]

I stuck my tongue in it and tried not to cry.

[ Yeah, he couldn't even manage a mouthful, and it wasn't enough to make him feel any better either.

He confiscated a bowl-full, though, with the assumption that one day his nose will be so stuffed up he won't be able to taste anything, and fever so bad he won't remember downing the medicine and passing out after. The offer's still open. ]

[fuck1ngusernam3]

Great! And you want me to try this shit? Are you some kinda sadist, or what?

[p_mortem]

If adults can handle alcohol, I thought they'd be able to handle bitter medicine. I believe in you.

[ as if

they're the same thing ]

[fuck1ngusernam3]

Uh. So. It tastes like having a drink, but uh, the worst drink in the whole world, that makes people lose their lunch the moment they touch it. And that makes me... immune? Or are you saying it'll make me pass out cause, fuck yeah I'll take that deal.

[p_mortem]

Um... I don't know how it works, actually. Maybe it's like chemo where you're destroying the disease but also yourself. Just, yourself a little less.

[ Passing out is a bonus ]

[fuck1ngusernam3]

Now it's chemo? Jeez, you're giving this thing a better and better sell. You weren't in sales in a past life, were you?

[p_mortem]

I was almost recruited to be something like that. But nah... Chemo saves lives, doesn't it? It sells itself.

[fuck1ngusernam3]

Yeah but it doesn't sell anything else. Are you sure you want me to take this medicine, or do you want me to stay as far as I can away from it?

[p_mortem]

I'm giving you the choice. There's a 50-50 chance you might get better or worse.

[fuck1ngusernam3]

Well, that's generous of you, but I think I'll hold off on throwing up until I absolutely have to do it. When you can take that stuff and keep it down, you tell me and I might reconsider.

[p_mortem]

Alright, alright. I'll continue being the guinea pig. Next time you see me, I'll be running circles around you.

[ Or drowning or whatever. The point is, he'll be well enough to leave his room and that's what matters. ]

[fuck1ngusernam3]

You'd better be. And, hey, if it gets worse, or if you need help with your dog or whatever, you call me, alright? I can't promise I'll, um. Sound sane, when you do. But-

[He shrugs, awkward. Even bad help that might be too busy seeing things that aren't there to do much is still help, right? Whatever. It's not a big thing. He just wanted to say it.]

[p_mortem]

[ He breathes a laugh, silent and muffled. ]

You're doing a good job sounding lucid while you're sick out of your mind right now. But thanks, I'll hold you to it, then.

[ Even bad help helps, he can agree with that, but all of this... it's been nice, talking to somebody and hoping he remembers none of it. ]

[fuck1ngusernam3]

Good. Uh- Take care of yourself.

[He smiles a little, looking awkward, sounding fond, and feeling both. Then he cuts the video off.]