There were days that he didn't mind the sound. And days that it was only
slightly annoying. This was not one of either, however. As Richie turned
over, ready to throw the antagonistic device across the room, he was
surprised to see that Duncan had beaten him to it.
Not throwing it. But turning it off, at least. As he gazed up at the entirely too alert looking man, Richie wanted to groan. He was not anywhere near ready to get up yet. Finally, he decided to face the true consequences of his previous night out and addressed the man. "Mac."
"Morning, Rich." The Immortal replied as he carefully sat down next to the teen. "How're you feeling this morning?"
"I'm all right." Richie mumbled, not really wanting to admit how much of a toll his previous night's trip had taken on him.
Duncan, however, was not convinced. "Really?" Leaning over the teen, he gently ran his hand along the boy's ribcage.
As Richie winced visibly, the ancient sighed. "Pretty sore, huh?"
"Yeah." The teen admitted quietly, not really seeing the point of trying to hide it any longer.
Duncan frowned down at him. "All right. Stretch out on your back for me."
As the teen reluctantly complied, the Immortal carefully lifted up his shirt and closely examined the ribs. After a few minutes, he finally seemed satisfied. "Well, you don't seem to have done any real damage. You're probably just sore from too much activity."
"I know." Richie replied quickly.
Duncan pulled the shirt back down and once again carefully got up. "I'll go get you the heating pad and some aspirin. Try to rest, alright?"
"Thanks, Mac." Richie called after him.
***
"I thought you said I could sleep in today." Richie grumpily mumbled at the sound of someone entering his room.
Rolling over to see the visitor, the teen was startled when he realized that it was neither Duncan nor Tessa. A very large man, with a very unpleasant demeanor was not exactly what he had been expecting to see.
***
Bounding up the stairs towards the loft, Duncan casually made his way into the kitchen. Hopefully, no one would come into the store in the 30 seconds it would take him to grab a quick snack. Snatching a banana off the counter, he quickly decided to add a few seconds to his AWOL and check on the sleeping teen.
Gently pushing the bedroom door all the way open, Duncan's heart dropped. As the banana made it's descent towards it's forgotten spot in the middle of the floor, Duncan processed the full meaning of the sword running through the note left on Richie's bed.
Not throwing it. But turning it off, at least. As he gazed up at the entirely too alert looking man, Richie wanted to groan. He was not anywhere near ready to get up yet. Finally, he decided to face the true consequences of his previous night out and addressed the man. "Mac."
"Morning, Rich." The Immortal replied as he carefully sat down next to the teen. "How're you feeling this morning?"
"I'm all right." Richie mumbled, not really wanting to admit how much of a toll his previous night's trip had taken on him.
Duncan, however, was not convinced. "Really?" Leaning over the teen, he gently ran his hand along the boy's ribcage.
As Richie winced visibly, the ancient sighed. "Pretty sore, huh?"
"Yeah." The teen admitted quietly, not really seeing the point of trying to hide it any longer.
Duncan frowned down at him. "All right. Stretch out on your back for me."
As the teen reluctantly complied, the Immortal carefully lifted up his shirt and closely examined the ribs. After a few minutes, he finally seemed satisfied. "Well, you don't seem to have done any real damage. You're probably just sore from too much activity."
"I know." Richie replied quickly.
Duncan pulled the shirt back down and once again carefully got up. "I'll go get you the heating pad and some aspirin. Try to rest, alright?"
"Thanks, Mac." Richie called after him.
***
"I thought you said I could sleep in today." Richie grumpily mumbled at the sound of someone entering his room.
Rolling over to see the visitor, the teen was startled when he realized that it was neither Duncan nor Tessa. A very large man, with a very unpleasant demeanor was not exactly what he had been expecting to see.
***
Bounding up the stairs towards the loft, Duncan casually made his way into the kitchen. Hopefully, no one would come into the store in the 30 seconds it would take him to grab a quick snack. Snatching a banana off the counter, he quickly decided to add a few seconds to his AWOL and check on the sleeping teen.
Gently pushing the bedroom door all the way open, Duncan's heart dropped. As the banana made it's descent towards it's forgotten spot in the middle of the floor, Duncan processed the full meaning of the sword running through the note left on Richie's bed.
