[It took Sniper several minutes to quietly exit the room, hobble down the hallway, grab the red blanket Chibi had given him, and return to the kitchen, though he was pleasantly surprised to find Pyro still there, sleeping away. It was evident her sleep was not too restful, though: she called out that nickname she had for Medic, her sadness over his loss apparent. He wasn't a terrific judge of people, but given how she'd been all over him at the party, perhaps the feelings Medic had for her were returned. Or maybe that was just how Pyro showed affection, and it was one-sided. Sniper sighed to himself- feelings, bah.
He had second thoughts about drugging her, some pitying part of him kicking in, but that would require waking her... He paused as he neared the table, setting the blanket across the back of the chair in which he'd been sitting- there was a chance she'd wake up as he put the blanket over her. That'd be his luck, dragging himself into territory he didn't want to be in through one of his rare good-natured gestures. And he did like to have a backup plan.
Sleep aid it was then. She didn't seem like the type who would believe a glass of water would help her sleep; coffee was more his thing than hers. As quietly as possible, he shuffled around the kitchen, looking into the cabinets. A packet labeled as hot cocoa mix seemed like it'd be the solution to his problems. Some instruction-reading and water-boiling and irritable grumbling later, he had a completely inconspicuous mug of hot cocoa for her. Crushing a pill into it, he returned to the table, setting it before her. Even if she woke up later, she might drink it, he thought. Either way, it was shaping up to be a good night's rest for at least one of them.
He grabbed the blanket and unfolded it, setting it over her shoulders as gingerly as he could.]
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Re: [action foreverty evers]
Date: 2012-01-09 06:04 am (UTC)He had second thoughts about drugging her, some pitying part of him kicking in, but that would require waking her... He paused as he neared the table, setting the blanket across the back of the chair in which he'd been sitting- there was a chance she'd wake up as he put the blanket over her. That'd be his luck, dragging himself into territory he didn't want to be in through one of his rare good-natured gestures. And he did like to have a backup plan.
Sleep aid it was then. She didn't seem like the type who would believe a glass of water would help her sleep; coffee was more his thing than hers. As quietly as possible, he shuffled around the kitchen, looking into the cabinets. A packet labeled as hot cocoa mix seemed like it'd be the solution to his problems. Some instruction-reading and water-boiling and irritable grumbling later, he had a completely inconspicuous mug of hot cocoa for her. Crushing a pill into it, he returned to the table, setting it before her. Even if she woke up later, she might drink it, he thought. Either way, it was shaping up to be a good night's rest for at least one of them.
He grabbed the blanket and unfolded it, setting it over her shoulders as gingerly as he could.]