tsuntrader | sloooowwwpooookkkkeeee [written/action]

[Silver is Silver is Silver. Upon finally waking up, he immediately tries to pull himself up... And it's a bad idea. His head spins. Despite the fact that he's awake, he's still very weak, and trying to act like he's not gave him a big reminder of that. He rethinks his actions and slowly pulls himself up into a seated position.

So where is he? What time is it? How long has he been out? ...Where's his journal? That's the most important thing right now, he has to-

There it is.]

[His handwriting is downright awful, but it's legible, especially since he's slow enough about it. And he only has one thing to say.]

Is it over yet? None of you died, right?

[The you is directed at the people he knows, but he is far too drained to make that distinction or ask much else. ...Might be a good idea to let him know just how late to the party he is.

Or visit him. There's always the visiting option, although that option might not be pretty; as long as it's been, it still doesn't change the fact that he more or less looks like he's about to die, like he won't open his eyes if he closes them again. He barely even has the energy to hold himself upright.

But company would be nice, especially since he's... Not exactly going anywhere. He has his Pokémon, of course, they're all but hovering over him because he's okay and he's finally awake (jeez guys, calm down,) and he even has Chandelure in his arms (because he needs to be reassured that everything's alright and that he Did Good,) but it would be reassuring to see that everyone's, you know. Okay.

And absolutely not the other way around, because he's totally just tired.

Yep.]

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[Purposeless, Shikamaru twiddles his fingers - left over right over left - after some moments. Stops.]

So anything I can get you while I'm in here? Might as well take advantage of it. It's not like I'm gonna offer myself up as butler like this again.

[...] Yeah. Can I get a tall glass of questions?

No. [Deadpan.]

You said anything. [But he relents and shifts around- he's getting a little tired of laying in bed, even if he can only take around five steps at any given time.]

And next we will teach you sarcasm.

[Ask your questions if you really must.]

[...Oh.

Well.]

I get a free pass in the sarcasm department today. [He's only gone from looking half dead to looking violently ill, okay. It's a pretty accurate representation of how well he can detect sarcasm.]