"when was the last time you ate?"
whumpee groaned in pain, turned away from caretaker. they really needed to drop it.
"not going until you eat something," they called out from the kitchen in a sing-song tone. the tinkering of utensils and the cabinets opening and slamming shut reached whumpee.
they didn't mind not eating. that was okay. the idea of wasting food however— (waste of space, waste of valuable resources—)
"don't!" they shrilled out. caretaker appeared in the doorway a second later. "well?"
"I—" sighing and gritting their teeth, "I'm too nauseous. sorry. please, just leave me alone. it's been a bad week." even as the idea of rotting alone in this room was unbearable. they hadn't gotten out of the bed for so long. but caretaker had things to do, keeping them here would only mess with their schedule and waste their time.
"well. I'm not going anywhere," caretaker flicked whumpee's forehead and sticked their tongue out at them. "so you're just gonna have to deal with me."
relief flooded them in a wave. they couldn't bring themself to argue, and only smiled and flicked them back.
