Achilles: sorry

Azoras: hey

Achilles: *pinched the wound shut a little *

Achilles: *getting ready to be scolded by his doctor once more*

Quenzia: *kissed your cheek *

Azoras: *went to check on Angel*

Quenzia: Angel made us leave room for Jesus

Azoras: that’s kinda homo of Jesus

Achilles: *relaxed letting you*

Quenzia: *got back to being close to Perry eating the jalapeños*

Azoras: how are you two?

Achilles: I can’t see very well in the daytime

Quenzia: that’s a little gay of Jesus *he mumbled that*

Azoras: *came back with the nachos giving them to Perry*

Quenzia: *immediately stole the small bowl of jalapeños*

Achilles: *just letting you*

Achilles: *took the towel off, it was a large puncture that just caught on where some bone would be*

“Leave room for Jesus~”))
Quenzia: what are you doing?

Achilles: gardening, tripped on a rock, caught myself in a way that was not very convenient

Quenzia: *put an arm around Perry* sorry honey I got sidetracked and couldn’t get the nachos

Azoras: I’ll get them, with or without..ah I’ll just them in a side container *he left to go them for him*

Achilles: *holding a towel around the wound just signing in like nothing is wrong, even though his has a large hole in his arm and fractured bone*

Azoras: oh, that’s actually quite considerate *he kept it and followed his son to the booth*

Quenzia: *sat next to Perry* oh hi Angel

Azoras: morning Angel

Achilles: *after a good while he got hurt again because clumsy fuck can only get a break for so long having just broken his arm a little with a puncture wound, think those metal fence spikes*

Quenzia: *gave his dad the gift* Angel got you something

Azoras: that’s…suspicious *he very cautiously opened it being a little curious *

Achilles: *slept for the night getting up in the morning to work on his garden *