★ | LAZULISS.
❛ Hey — relax. It’s just medicine. ❜
He’s so difficult. A miniature menace of fury and complaints, any courteous extension is heavily criticized. Always bogged by scrutiny, the Moogle seemed to naturally expect some fault or nuance. He means well this time, biting back sarcasm, biting back his wit. A cold was so unpredictable in its severity, so he couldn’t rebuff any complaint without good reason — though the melodrama certainly goads him.
❛ Would you just take the damn thing ? I’ll leave you alone after that. Then you can sleep all you want. ❜
❝ it’s disgusting, kupo! ❞ he was not often plagued by illness. its killed his energy, but fueled his little flame ! he wants to be up and around, not laid in bed, stuck with NOEL feeding him what he’s sure is POISON. ( his dramatics flared up with sickness. ) but Serah had assured him once her work day was over, and if he had been good, he’d be rewarded with a treat. ❝ I... I can’t -- ❞ AND there’s a large sneeze that ANNOYINGLY flies him up into the air. if only he were acting that dramatic. he stays floating with his head lowered, he’s surely knocked everything out of Noel’s hands. ❝ sorry, kupo.. ❞













