Speaking about Halovians' terrifying abilities, when I say Sunday is kind and gentle, I mean he's kind and gentle in the way a species born with an innate ability to manipulate and mess with people's minds effortlessly being kind and gentle - which is a pretty different degree
[ she pats his head one more time, then takes an apple slice to dip in the peanut butter, and eats. finishing her tea as well. ]
how are you doing? i hope you aren't sick, too...
⠀₍⠀his eyes linger toward its face for a second longer. then, he scoots back to where he was, pulls his knees to his chest, and stuffs the toy between them and his face. soft fabric pets his mouth and nose as he nods at the gratitude.⠀₎
⠀mmhm...
i had some, yes, it's already kicking in. i don't need anything else.
[ his face has morphed into a constant, soft little smile, leaving a few gentle pats on the boy's head. ]
thank you for offering. it's very kind of you.
[ it settles the bowl of apples between them. ]
⠀did you have some? oh, i didn't bring a drink—
⠀₍⠀he begins to crawl away before seeing the cup of tea nearby. onto his heels, he settles.⠀₎
⠀is... is that cold? do you need something else?
⠀₍⠀clearly, he's very caught up on trying to be helpful.⠀₎
it's on a schedule, but i only have the worst of it for about a week— ah, thank you.
[ it cradles the stuffed animal, stroking over the fabric head. reaching out again to tap the lid of the pill bottle. ]
this is usually the only medicine i need for it. it does its job.
⠀like, all the time? how do you make it go away?
⠀₍⠀he first reaches for the stuffed toys, putting one in each of their laps. even the presence of those brings him solace—surely it was the same for someone a bit older.⠀₎
⠀do you need medicine?
[ she has to stuff down the horrible urge to ruffle his hair, instead busying her hands with opening the peanut butter jar. ]
i'm afraid this sickness is one that comes through regularly... your thoughtfulness is very much appreciated.
[ fine... brushing a hand over his hair. ]
⠀₍⠀he hops up as promised, shifting back until he's shoulder-to-shoulder with the other angel. white, untouched wings flutter as he puts everything down in their own spot 'pon the bed.⠀₎
⠀mhm... first mama, now you. everybody's getting sick.
[ looking up, sunday's face brightens significantly, and then he looks a little like he might be close to tears. the older halovian scoots to the side, making space for him to hop up next to it, reaching out to help him with his things. ]
here to join me in my sorry state, then?
⠀₍⠀the little boy steps prudently toward his elder counterpart, both hands busy with sources of comfort. in no particular order, he carries a bowl of apples and peanut butter, two stuffed toys, paper and crayons, and a fork for the apples should the other require it.⠀₎
ㅤ hm ..? [ slow blinks , head raised to look at the guest , and a smile appeared on their face . sitting up , they held out their hands to take the soup from the little boy . ] oh dearie .. you didn`t have to . ( 🌀 * )
⠀₍⠀the little boy had been preparing his best-intended medicine for an entire half-hour. he returned with a bowl of warm soup in both hands, a cup of water between arm and chest, and a napkin between pursed lips.⠀₎
⠀mmh!
⠀₍⠀` mama ` or something, most likely.⠀₎
ㅤ psh— not if i eat you first !! [ bringing him into a tight hug , the harmony annoyingly started kissing him on the cheek and on top of the head , messing up his hair as well . ]