MHA #10 - Friday Late Afternoon

[notagoose]

Goose had eventually passed out on his bed after being awake for more than 24 hours between his candy, jello shot and coffee binge and when he woke up, he felt absolutely terrible.

Which was really no surprise, it happened every single time he did this … even though one of those times had happened when he was a child, so he wasn’t really counting that one.

He checked the time on his communicator and realised it was Friday afternoon, so at least he hadn’t slept through the trip or anything like that and he knew he should really try and get up and do something but the most he felt like doing was checking to see if he had any messages and news feed and seeing what was happening back home and trying not to think about how awful he was actually feeling. He would eventually get up and move but for now he was just going to remain sprawled out on his bed and try not to move to much because everything really hurt right now.

[for Ignis but the post can be open beforehand]

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[chef_chocobro]

It wasn't as if the office hour meetings on Thursday were always a given, but Ignis almost felt a little bad that his staying in Insomnia a bit longer than usual this week to make sure that Noctis was going to be able to survive an entire week without him around meant not getting in until that morning. And he figured he could make it up to Shane in the event that he had swung by the office only to find it empty this week by swinging around for a visit, and, of course, bearing food.

And, with that, he made his way over to Shane's apartment, knocking on the door and wondering if it was a bit presumptious to just show up unannounced, but, at the same time, he hardly imagined he would otherwise engaged....

[notagoose]

Goose heard the knocking and realised he was going to have to leave his bed and …wow that was taking a lot of effort to stand.

He somehow managed to stumble to the door to open it and…

“Ignis?” he blinked, staring at him in confusion…and really wishing it didn’t hurt so much to stand. “Is…uh…hi…” he eventually settled on, wincing a bit at how awkward that sounded.

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis had currently been in the process of trying to decide whether he should knock again or just assume that Shane was not home by the time he'd actually made it to the door, which certainly solved that conundrum, although it would appear as though there was another entirely different problem presenting itself.

"Shane?" he asked, frowning up at him. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I? I thought I'd bring over some food..."

There seemed to be a moment's hesitation before he added, "Are you feeling unwell? You look positively ghastly."

And why did he have the sneaking suspicion that jello was involved somehow?

[notagoose]

“I…” Goose started to stay and then stopped. His first instinct was to say that he was fine, that there was nothing wrong and then he swayed slightly and leaned against the door frame for support.

“I …um …had or I’m in the middle of a sugar crash,” he finally admitted.

It was the closest he was going to admit that he was currently feeling absolutely terrible.

[chef_chocobro]

Well, he didn't exactly need to admit anything when the evidence was quite plain right before Ignis' eyes, and he looked less than impressed. Still, he supposed it was a good sign that Shane hadn't tried to pretend as if he was fine in glarig contradiction to the evidence.

"Please tell me you've at least been drinking water," he said, "and I may need to do some re-evaluation. This may call for something more substantial than mere bean croquettes..."

There was a slight paused, followed by a "May I come in?" that absolutely had the feel of something only being said out of propriety.

[notagoose]

“Er…I just woke up,” Goose admitted, “the last thing I drank was all that coffee yesterday,”

Because Ignis really wanted to know that.

Then there was a pause at Ignis’ other question, “oh, yes right come in,” and managed to force himself to stand up right and move away from the doorway to let Ignis into the apartment.

[chef_chocobro]

The use of the term 'all that coffee' did not escape Ignis' notice, of course, and he gave Shane a bit of a sideways glance as he moved into the apartment, before considering his condition a little more fully.

"Good morning, then," he said, "in that case. I don't suppose you're hungry, are you? Though I believe hydration should be our first point of order."

[notagoose]

Goose opened hiss mouth to protest and realised despite how much everything hurt, his stomach rumbled loudly.

“Maybe I’m …im a little hungry,” he said sheepishly, “ the last thing I ate was the Valentine’s Day candy at the bar on Wednesday,” he winced at the thought of eating all that candy now.

Goose was not making a good case for why he should be left without adult supervision, wasn’t he?

[chef_chocobro]

Shane was, if anything, painting out quite the picture for him.

"Good thing," Ignis noted, handing the container of croquettes over, so that he could head to the kitchen to see about that glass of water, "I made a considerable amount.

"I don't suppose," the tone suggested, actually, that he did very much suppose, calling out lightly and hoping Shane would be following, "that there were also the customary jello shots with that candy?"

[notagoose]

Oh look at that Goose was meekly following Ignis to the kitchen and considered Ignis’ question, “uh yes…there were five of them,”

Still not helping Goose.

“I didn’t think combining candy and jello would have quite this reaction,”

You don’t think in general Goose.

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis was rather thinking something along those lines, if his withering look was any indication. "And surely," he said, "candy and jello and alcohol and little else besides 'all that coffee' had nothing to do with making it worse, either. I swear, Shane, you really do try to get the most out of that healing factor, don't you?"

He finished with a sigh, looking at him like he just didn't know what he was going to do with him.

But of course he did know. The details were a little different, but this all felt all too familiar, practically déjà vu.

"Here," he said, handing over the glass of water. "Drink this. Get started on those croquettes. I'm heading to the store to pick up a few things. You'll be wanting more protein, more fats, some greens in your system. I'll see what they have that might help that healing along a little faster as well."

Some godsdamn Pedialite would be fitting in more ways than one, it would seem.

[notagoose]

To the surprise of no one Goose was used to that look on more than one occasion. “I guess I never had a normal upbringing, sometimes I forget that even I have limits,” he said as he considered a response and then he focused on the food and water in front of him.

“Thank you,” Goose said softly as he took the offered glass of water and then began to eat the croquettes, it was the first normal food he’d actually eaten in 24 hours so it took some getting used to.

[chef_chocobro]

And of course Shane mentioning his upbringing softened Ignis' edges a little, the same way it always did with Noctis, although, clearly, they were talking about two very different backgrounds. But both without guidance...at least until he showed up. At at least, with Shane, Ignis was far better prepared for it himself than he could have ever had been with Noct.

He nodded in response, almost as if to say that there was no need to thank him, but he was glad have the appreciation anyway. "Yes," he said, pushing his glass up the bridge of his nose for a moment, "well....the important thing to remember about tests is that we learn from them, so, clearly, the lesson here is that a diet consisting merely of sugar, alcohol, and caffeine is quite...untenable, and perhaps we should remember there are other food groups as well."

And at least Shane actually would eat those when they were placed in front of him.

A small smile seemed to slip out into the corner of Ignis' mouth.

"Besides," he added, quite a bit softer, "with such a vast plethora of different foods out there in the world, it seems a shame to just limit yourself like that, anyway. What are you in the mood for? If it takes too long to cook, I'll just find somewhere to order it from."

[notagoose]

There was a small smile there at Ignis’ remarks, “I think I’ve definitely learned that in the last 24 hours that’s for sure,” he assured him, then paused, “at least having caffeine and candy on top of jello is bad,” because he was still going to drink jello shots but he could have a break from them for a while …he definitely needs to give that healing factor a rest.

He paused as he considered what food he was in the mood for, “maybe a pie of some kind?” he tried.

[chef_chocobro]

"Savory pie, perhaps," Ignis specified, with a pointed lift of his brow. "I think you've had enough sweet to last you at least the next twenty-four hours."

There was a brief pause before he added, "I can work with that, though."

[notagoose]

Goose grinned softly at that, “savoury,” he nodded and then paused, “please,” he remembered to add.

There was another pause, “ I think I’m going to avoid sweets and caffeine for a while,” he added sheepishly.

[chef_chocobro]

"Well," Ignis said, wondering exactly what time frame Shane would consider to be 'a while' in the first place, "everything in moderation.

"I'll be back shortly," he added. "In the meantime, more water, and those croquettes should do wonders to tide you over."

[notagoose]

Goose nodded as he listened to Ignis’ instructions, finishing off the first glass of water as he did.

“I’ll do that,” he assured him with a nod and there was another pause,”thank you,” he added softly.

[chef_chocobro]

"Of course," Ignis said, with another slight nod as he put his hand on Shane's arm in passing. He looked up at him, and, for a moment, it seemed as though there would almost be something else, something more....but he then just moved on toward the door to make his exit.

After about twenty five minutes, though, there was another knock on the door.

It would have been a bit sooner, but Ignis found it impossible to go into Turtle & Canary these days without catching the attention of that blasted panda and his insistence on pushing certain types of cheese...

[notagoose]

Goose felt strangely comforted when Ignis placed a hand on his arm, it wasn’t something that he was used to experiencing and he stared after Ignis before he got up to get more water before focusing on eating more of the Croquettes.

He was just about done when there was a knock at the door and he got up to open it and let Ignis back in.

“Hey,” he said softly with a small smile, “I’ve nearly finished the croquettes,” he added.

[chef_chocobro]

"Still hungry, though, I hope," Ignis remarked, "although there is some preparation to be done. And I hope you like Gruyère. It seemed I would not be leaving without it."

He had managed to talk Astrid into that extra ten percent, though.

She had not been hard to convince.

[notagoose]

Goose nodded, “I’m still hungry,” he assured him and then tilted his head, “I don’t think I’ve had Gruyère before,” he said and paused, “why couldn’t you leave without it?”

[chef_chocobro]

"The cheese panda," Ignis explained, moving easier now back toward the kitchen to start unloading the ingredients he'd gathered, "knows a connoisseur when he sees one, I suppose, and he never passes on the opportunity to accost me in an attempt to foist his latest obsession on me. This week, it seems, it's Gruyère..."

Then, he pulled a small bottle of ibuprofen from the bag and tossed it lightly Shane's way.

"For the headache," he offered, "unless the croquettes were even better than I realized."

[notagoose]

“Oh I don’t think I’ve come across the cheese panda,” Goose considered, “at least the last couple of times I was at the store,”

He caught the ibuprofen, “Thank you,” he said, “I’ve still got a bit of a headache but eating those croquettes helped,”

Funny what happened when you actually ate proper food Goose.

[chef_chocobro]

"Good," Ignis grinned faintly. "Always nice to give that healing factor a little boost."

Well, technically, it would be an extra 500 to Shane's HP and he would be safe from any additional hangovers or any other status ailments that might come their way within the next few hours...

"And consider yourself lucky. That bear is a menace, and with very questionable taste, at that." While he spoke, he looked around a little, and, instead of trying to decipher where it was Shane was most likely to keep these things, he figured he'd save himself the trouble and just ask, "And your pots and pans are...?"

[notagoose]

Goose grinned back, “it definitely needs all the help it can get right now, doesn’t it?”

He listened to Ignis talk about the panda and then he asked about his pits and pans.

“Oh there over here,” Goose went to the drawer that they were kept in. It actually still felt strange to have things like pots and pans.