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don’t make me go wumbo ([personal profile] grice) wrote in [community profile] logsville 2021-02-17 07:21 pm (UTC)

[ falco has been keeping a hand towel with him at all times now, and awakens to a wet spot cushioning one of the corners of his mouth during his nap (with erwin next to him— it keeps his heart from jumping into his throat and questioning where he was). his jaws were not exactly the most practical of things now, even though the ache of the surgical sight has healed and dulled enough to become functional. opening it up in front of the mirror in the bathroom made him sick to his stomach, like seeing something that was never supposed to be happening, so . . . he avoids it, when he can.

his body language is more prominent now that he refrains from speaking. he carefully sits up, pats his towel at his chin and delicately where it still felt like he'd salivated close to his cheek. his greeting glance lowers once at the book in erwin's lap, rises then a little wider to show his surprise, his movement slow and he fixates on the man. treasure island.

that he's even offered to share the story has his interest. wordlessly, falco shuffles to the edge of the couch closest to erwin's chair, places his hands in his lap and . . . tries to duck his head without lowering his glance, accompanying a pull of blankets closer to his face. seems like he's still a bit self conscious, even if he feels more comfortable with company. ]

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