[It's such a surreal feeling, having one of Hierophant's tentacles literally just...ferry a couple of painkillers straight down his throat and into his stomach, without any necessity of swallowing of his own volition. It's likewise surreal that it keeps crawling out of his mouth like that, like he's the host to some kind of weird noodle alien, which on second thought is exactly what he is, but that doesn't make it any less weird.
Drinking, while lying down, isn't easy. Doing it without wanting to move his head is even harder, when he's also trying not to spill it all over the couch. Star frowns at them, then zips off to parts unknown; when he returns, it's with a bendy straw in tow.
Fuck, he's so tired. His whole body hurts. It's strange bliss to just hold perfectly still in a comfortable position and not move, lest something twinge and another ache spring up again.
Meanwhile, Star offers the straw to Kakyoin, watching intently through big eyes and dilated pupils.]
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Drinking, while lying down, isn't easy. Doing it without wanting to move his head is even harder, when he's also trying not to spill it all over the couch. Star frowns at them, then zips off to parts unknown; when he returns, it's with a bendy straw in tow.
Fuck, he's so tired. His whole body hurts. It's strange bliss to just hold perfectly still in a comfortable position and not move, lest something twinge and another ache spring up again.
Meanwhile, Star offers the straw to Kakyoin, watching intently through big eyes and dilated pupils.]