[ Closed ] I'm a little teapot short and stout

[gentilitea]

Who: Data-Roxas and Jakob
Where: Near Shore; at the residence of a poor, poor invalid
When: April 6, 2016
What: Prayer, ho! Healing the sick can get plenty awkward pretty fast.
Warnings: Jakob Some mentions of horrible injuries being inflicted

[ The poor soul had just settled into a fitful sleep as Jakob watched, right from the devotee’s bedside, in the middle of the night, because they’re kind of creepy divine beings like that.

Nevertheless Jakob had taken enough time to inspect the patient more thoroughly, and give the Lord Roxas his professional opinion on the matter: ]

The situation appears to be grim indeed.

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[gentilitea]

[ Well he’s a lot better at the human thing than Jakob is, that’s for sure. ]

Steady, now… Ah, excellent, milord. Truly excellent.

[ Roxas clearly knows how to handle his teapots—especially piping hot ones, for tepid tea is just the worst, and so the patient shifts uncomfortable as the first few trickles of water hit their mark, and when a veritable torrent comes he screams awake—and what a healthy scream it is, given that his sinuses have been duly unclogged—feeling for burns and blisters that are not there, some strange nightmare of home invaders coming in to boil him alive already fading fast from his mind. ]

[cloak]

[Roxas jolts when the man wakes up screaming, drawing back a good step and pulling his shinki against him protectively. No doubt a human couldn't do any harm to Jakob, but that doesn't change his reflex reaction to someone springing up and making a loud noise, all the same.

At least the man isn't making that strange whistling noise through his nose anymore, though]

...Is he better now?

[gentilitea]

[ Jakob lets out a little gasp at that protective gesture. ]

Not so close, milord; you might burn…! [ Forget the patient even—Jakob’s far too confident in his own healing abilities to give any more fucks about the guy. ]

[cloak]

I'll be fine. This uniform can't burn.

[Axel is a testament to the fireproof nature of the Organization uniform, in point of fact. And even if that weren't the case, Roxas shows no hesitance in keeping his shinki's vessel form close to him.

He eyes the man warily before the fellow simply rolls over and goes back to sleep, this time breathing easily]

[gentilitea]

I—I suppose… [ Still, he doesn’t miss the sentiment behind the gesture, and it’s incredibly touching, really.

He’s so lucky to have such a caring master—except whoops, this is no time to be sentimental, isn’t it? Especially since he might accidentally burn a hole through Roxas’s hand, fireproof Org XIII uniforms or no. ]

Erm, yes, I do believe he’s cured. Well done, Milord.

[cloak]

You did a good job, Jakob.

[By now, Roxas knows that's the sort of thing his shinki needs to hear. And he wants all of them to be acknowledged for what they do, and the things they're good at, so he won't neglect saying it now.

He takes care to gently set Jakob's vessel form down, taking a half-step back before using his vessel name to revert him back to his true form]

Mission complete.