[but you know what? it's lunch time! So Tokiomi gets up veeery carefully. He's still not entirely recovered, so he wobbles quite a bit when he's standing.]
[Sometimes he looks back and is really, really upset about how much damage a six-day illness did and how it's taking exponentially longer to heal than it did to get sick in the first place. But he can walk without propping himself up on the wall now, so he stubbornly does just that. Once he's in the hall he leans over the rail that separates hallway from open air and the living room downstairs and shouts.]
[Never fear, Master, teeny Gil is here! He comes hurrying after Tokiomi and offers a hand to him with a disapproving look. Goodness, Master, you need to ask when you need help. It's a bit of a pain, but he's here for a reason, you know.]
I'll eat anything as long as onii-chan makes it delicious!
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[BLANKET WIGGLE]
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He could fill a pie with fried rice... I think he'd consider than an offense to authenticity, though.
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I'm sure we'll miss you terribly once you've gone.
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I'll fill your phone with pictures so the absence won't be unbearable! I hope my older self will be jealous.
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[but you know what? it's lunch time! So Tokiomi gets up veeery carefully. He's still not entirely recovered, so he wobbles quite a bit when he's standing.]
Shall we go ask for lunch?
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[Pulling the blanket close - this is comfy.]
I guess that would be fine! But if I get up, the food better be as good as you said, okay?
[Slowly. Unrolls himself.]
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[Rolls, then stretches himself out a bit, getting accustomed to the idea of getting up.]
...I can join you as a reward!
[aaand hopping to his feet]
Is that okay?
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[Sometimes he looks back and is really, really upset about how much damage a six-day illness did and how it's taking exponentially longer to heal than it did to get sick in the first place. But he can walk without propping himself up on the wall now, so he stubbornly does just that. Once he's in the hall he leans over the rail that separates hallway from open air and the living room downstairs and shouts.]
Shirou! We're coming down!
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When he hears Tokiomi he goes ahead and just shouts back]
Sure -- tell Gil I already started something, so he can't make me change it!
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[Stairs? Stairs.
Of course, that he needs to lean on the railing for. Stairs are hard.]
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I'll eat anything as long as onii-chan makes it delicious!
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But on the other hand he's still pretty resentful about being this weak at all, so after a moment he shakes his head and continues on his own.]
It won't get better if I don't work at it.
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[Insistent little nudge, much like cute headbutt cat]
After all, it isn't like I'd be carrying you -- that would look far too ridiculous.
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[Ten years in the Emiya household has not snuffed his Tohsaka stubbornness one bit! Quite possibly because Emiyas are also stubborn.]
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Master, even if I'm small, I could still carry you if needed.
[It's a threat. Sort of.]
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