*Hemlock walks out of his hall looking pale, sick and in pain*
@the-poison-mage
Mathew stares at him, “nope, back inside your room”
He starts pushing him back to his room
"What? Why?" *His voice is low and rough as he pushes past*
He grabs his arm and starts dragging him, “you are sick, that’s why dumbass” he grumbles
"No. Im not"
“Yes, you are” he opens hemlocks door and shoves him in. “No go rest, I’m making you soup”
"I'm not sick!"
“Uh huh, sure. Bed. Now” he points to hemlocks bed
"Fine" *He lays down beside Foxglove*
Mathew nods in satisfaction and starts making chicken noodle soup from scratch, “shoot, I need to go grab something. I’ll be right back” he says to hemlock then runs off to go grab celery
*He giggles and sits up, Fox on his lap*
He’s gone for a few minutes, his room a bit further
*He just pets the purring dragon*
He runs back in the door, “I’m back” he goes back to cooking
*He's sitting on the sofa now*
He grumbles slightly at him having moved but doesn’t say much
*He chuckles at him*
“What?” He looks over his shoulder
"Nothing"
“Alright” he grumbles, “stupid idiot getting himself sick” he mutters
"Whaaaaatttt??"
“Nothing hem” he replies, cutting the carrots
"Okay" *He shrugs, going back to the bed*
“Could you stop moving around so much?” He asks over his shoulder
"Okay..?" *He lays down*
He gets the carrots into the pot, “alright, now it just needs to cook” he sighs
"Alright" *His voice is still low and rough and he pets the purrijg Foxglove*
He sighs, “how’d you even get this sick in the first place?” He tilts his head ever so slightly to the side
"Dunno, was raining a couple days ago"
“Were you out in the rain?” He asks
"Yea, is calming"
“Gods youre such an idiot” he mumbles, he pinches the bridge of his nose
"It's one of the only quiet moments I get"
“Did you warm up after? dry off? Do anything as to not get sick??”
"You're supposed to do that?"
“Yes!” He throws his arms in the air, “… you probably wouldnt have known that…. Sorry” he grumbles
"No.... I didn't know that" *He shrinks in himself a bit*
He sighs, “want hot cocoa?” He asks, trying for a calmer tone, its softer and warmer
"No..?" *He says unsure if he can deny* "Tea.. Please"
“Sure, any kind in mind?” He asks, turning around to start the water
"Chamillomille"
“Alright” he goes to grab a few tea bags from his bag, can never be over prepared like that
*Hemlock is just watfhing*
He starts humming as he brews the tea
*He listens and watches*
The water starts to whistle and he pours it into mugs, then sets them to steep
*Hemlock moves to stand up and lays vack down*
It finishes and he brings him a cup, “here, careful, its still a tad hot” he warns
"Thank you Matt" *He smiles*
“No problem idiot” he grumbles, but smiles slightly
*He takes a sip and doesn't really feel how hot it is*
He blows on it first before taking a sip of his
*He smiles at the warmth it gives, he's quite cold*
He sits there for a moment, “soup should be ready” he sets hid mug down and heads to the stove
"Okay" *He smiles*
He scoops some into a bowl
*He watches intenselly*
He grabs a spoon and walks over to hemlock, “here” he holds it for him to take
"Thank you dear" *His original accent was coming out now, Brittish. He didn't even notice*
He blinks at him, “what?”
"What?" *Still the same accent*
“You called me dear…” he says slowly
"Did I?"
“Yeah… also your accent changed” he notes, almost as a side note
"Right, that happens when I'm sick or alone"
“And calling me dear?” He’s still caught on that, hed only heard mother and father call each other that
"Also part of the accent"
“Oh, alright” he nods, that kinda made sense, he sometimes slipped into a more German, even speaking it when he was tired
"Mhm" *He starts eating*
He sits back down and grabs his tea, taking a few sips of it
"Again, great food!"
“Thanks” he smiles slightly
"As always" *He nods*
He chuckles, taking another sip of tea as he watches hemlock eat
*He's clearly enjoying it, pausing after every bite though*
“I didnt poison it, dont even know where or how to deal with it” he chuckles, and its clear he isnt lying
"Habits" *He smiles*
“Fair” he shrugs
"I know you didn't, I watched"
“That’s why i feel so watched when cooking in here” he chuckles
"Yea, also a habit I picked up"
He just keeps giggling, “fair”
*He keeps eating, happy*
Ezerick comes out of Mathew’s bag and waddles over to lay next to him
*Foxglove lays next to it*
Mathew smiles at the two
*Hemlock finishes and puts the bowl aside, petting both dragon's*
Mathew picks up the bowl and goes to cleaning it in the sink
*He lays down again, Fox on his chest*
He puts the bowl away and smiles at the two, “there’s left over soup that should be easy to heat up. And try to get rest, ill come check up on you tomorrow”
"Mkay" *Is all he says before falling asleep*
He smiles and grabs his bag, making sure lights are off before he leaves
