Local Necromancer for Hire ~☆

[Coffee looks over the moment the stairs begin to creak, a bowl in two of his hands, a spoon holding a third, and the last for balance on the countertop. Two bowls have already been filled with rice on the counter, and he's topping off two already full of rice with a mixture of spicy looking beans and corn. Pico de gallo is on the kitchen island with a bowl of chips.]

Just in time for dinner, you two. Feel free to grab yourselves something to drink from the fridge and get ready at the table.

*Voyyd ran over to the Kitchen the tail end of her sentence being able to be heard, something along the lines of “No promises!”. She stopped by Coffee, trying to see what dinner was.*

What’s for dinner?!?

*Voyyd was beaming as she looked up at Coffee, there was no doubt that she gave Altair hell.*

*Altair followed after Voyyd, making careful work to not eat shit on his way down. Though, the temptation to throw himself down was there. He peers into the kitchen from the doorway before coming in to grab drinks.*

Thank you so much, Coffee.. I could grab you something also if you don't already..?

I already got something to drink, er, thank you though. You're welcome to anything in the cabinet as well.

[Coffee gestured to something in a fancy glass that looks coffee-like, and is again topped with whipped cream and cinnamon, but smells distinctly alcoholic. The fridge has a one or two different sodas, but a good number of different juices.]

We're having a version of spicy Mexican street corn today. I tried to set aside some less spicy for you, Voyyd. But you can top it with lots of sour cream and cheese if it's still too spicy. Or trade with Altair if its not spicy enough for your liking.

[He turns around, and hands a specific less-reddish bowl to Voyyd. The scent of toasted corn wafts from the bowl.]

*Voyyd carefully grabbed the bowl she was handed.*

Ok! Thank you!

*Voyyds attention was caught by the fancy glasses.*

What are those!

*Altair looks over his options, grabbing a couple sodas for himself and Voyyd. He pauses to look over at Coffee's drink and gives a small nod before closing the fridge.*

Gooootcha, alrightie Coffee.

*He smiles lightly but before going to set those he takes a glance into the cabinet, pausing and setting the sodas on the counter before taking a glimpse inside. Alcohol, Monster, pedialyte.... Hold on. He reaches for the can of Monster, holding it to check the flavor, squinting slightly.*

*Around dinner o’clock there was a knock on Coffee’s front door, when the door is opened a particular little friend could be seen holding a brownie tray with brownies that had been not so neatly iced. The little friend was staring at the door with her typical bug-liked expression.*

-💜✨

[With the decadent smell of smoked paprika and chicken flitting out the door as it opens, Coffee appears. He does have to take a moment to realize the latest guess is downwards, and his mellow expression quickly brightens.]

Voyyd! How are you? Those look tasty.. Wait.

....Did you walk here?

[Coffee looks over the moment the stairs begin to creak, a bowl in two of his hands, a spoon holding a third, and the last for balance on the countertop. Two bowls have already been filled with rice on the counter, and he's topping off two already full of rice with a mixture of spicy looking beans and corn. Pico de gallo is on the kitchen island with a bowl of chips.]

Just in time for dinner, you two. Feel free to grab yourselves something to drink from the fridge and get ready at the table.

*Voyyd ran over to the Kitchen the tail end of her sentence being able to be heard, something along the lines of “No promises!”. She stopped by Coffee, trying to see what dinner was.*

What’s for dinner?!?

*Voyyd was beaming as she looked up at Coffee, there was no doubt that she gave Altair hell.*

#pouring a galactic brew #fatherhood 👍

*Altair followed after Voyyd, making careful work to not eat shit on his way down. Though, the temptation to throw himself down was there. He peers into the kitchen from the doorway before coming in to grab drinks.*

Thank you so much, Coffee.. I could grab you something also if you don't already..?

*Around dinner o’clock there was a knock on Coffee’s front door, when the door is opened a particular little friend could be seen holding a brownie tray with brownies that had been not so neatly iced. The little friend was staring at the door with her typical bug-liked expression.*

-💜✨

[With the decadent smell of smoked paprika and chicken flitting out the door as it opens, Coffee appears. He does have to take a moment to realize the latest guess is downwards, and his mellow expression quickly brightens.]

Voyyd! How are you? Those look tasty.. Wait.

....Did you walk here?

Im good! How are you Cookie! This are for you! *Voyyd did not answer the second question but rather she just looked up at Coffee and blinked before yelling.* IS YOUR BOYFRIEND ALSO HERE??

[Coffee flushes.]

We're not dating!

[He nervously steps aside and tries to herd Voyyd in.]

Here, just-- just let me take those from you and put them in the kitchen and we can eat them after dinner, ok?

Well you guys act like it!

*Voyyd was grinning with her little gremlin grin as she handed the brownies to Coffee.*

Ok! I’ll go find your boyfriend then!!

*With that Voyyd ran inside to go look for Altair.*

[Coffee blushes even harder.]

Well, we aren't technically! He's-- he's upstairs. He hurt his ankle, don't jump on him!

[Coffee sighs as he watches her disappear into the home. He meanders over to the kitchen island, and sets the brownies down. Dinner is getting close to ready, but he's waiting on the rice.]

[He glances at the stairwell next to the pantry, towards where Altair is, and goes back to working on dinner.]

WELL YOU GUYS ACT LIKE IT!!

*Voyyd yelled towards Coffee as she giggled, sprinting up the stairs towards where Altair was, her footsteps likely being able to be heard as she ran. She was 100% going to disregard what Coffee had just told her not to do.*

*Altair was laying on the couch, kind of dully watching the TV not paying attention to the footsteps approaching nor the undead six year old charging him. When he finally looks up she came flying at him making him scream so loud it echoes throughout the entire upstairs.*

AHCK- guh-- whu- VOYYD??!

HIIII!!

*Voyyd was grinning as she hugged Altair before staring into his soul with her bright yellow eyes.*

So how was your date with Cookie?!?

*His face was quick to turn a bright shade of blue-ish purple. Altair would sigh and ruffles up Voyyd's hair, giving her a small push.*

"Cookie" and I are not dating, doofus, weee've been over this. Several times.

Besides, I hardly believe he wants anything to do with me right now

Why does Cookie want nothing to do with you right now? Also if you guys aren’t dating then WHY do you guys act so weird when you’re around each other!

*Voyyd sprung up, jumping off the couch.*

We should go down stairs and meet up with Cookie! I’m sure he won’t stay upset with you if he is!

*Altair takes a while to settle on the second half of the question but he draws in a breath, speaking in a hushed tone.*

I maaaay have forgotten his birthday was today...? Amidst uhh, personal issues with one of our... "lovely" landlords but not really? Heeee. Really didn't tell me when I tried to ask. So I kinda have an outside source.

Also, Coffee and I are not weird around each other and if we are I encourage you to give me an example of how.

*He sits a bit more upright, already getting the feeling he was about to eat his words. Altair swings his legs around, careful of his ankle and getting the crutches.*

You mean the guy you fought outside? Also you’re being weird right now! You’re acting like Cookie is going to hate you forever! So let’s go down and talk to him! Also your face and ears turned purple when I started talking about Cookie.

*Voyyd dramatically pointed to the stairs before heading towards them, looking back to make sure Altair followed.*

*Altair sits there for a second, staring at the floor. God, sometimes he really wishes he didn't challenge the kid. He pushes himself up, tucking the crutches under his arms and headed towards the stairs.*

Voyyd, I only "turned purple" cuz you asked about his and my "date". Said "date" was him giving me stitches because Soul bit the shit outta my ankle.

Which is not a date by any stretch of the imagination... Besides, he WILL hate me cuz what kind of person does that make me if I show up like "hey I totally got mauled uh can you help me" on their fucking birthday. Which I forgot cuz I am an absolute fucking moron and I have no idea what he sees in me if that's the kinda bullshit he just puts up with.

Also, who starts a conversation like that?

I think Cookie will forgive you if you talk to him about it! I forgave you the time you forgot my birthday when Hail and I didn’t say anything. Also you call yourself a “fucking moron” about.

*Voyyd springs along to the stairs.*

Because other wise you avoid the question!

#fatherhood 👍#pouring a galactic brew

Voyyd I thought we agreed to not bring that up... I made up for that one I thought

*He kinda groans, dramatically leaning forth on his crutches and drooping. Soon enough Altair is back up on his feet, at the top of the stairs as Voyyd is headed down.*

... Also can we uh, not call Coffee my boyfriend..? I uh, would rather that be discussed between he and I and besides I don't know if..

*He shakes his head, sighing.*

Nevermind.

what thoughts in that empty skull of yours

*He leans a little more on his left crutch, gaze shifting slightly towards the downstairs area. He sucks a breath in through gritted teeth, a pained grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.*

Nothiiiing! All is just peachy, empty as ever!~

*Around dinner o’clock there was a knock on Coffee’s front door, when the door is opened a particular little friend could be seen holding a brownie tray with brownies that had been not so neatly iced. The little friend was staring at the door with her typical bug-liked expression.*

-💜✨

[With the decadent smell of smoked paprika and chicken flitting out the door as it opens, Coffee appears. He does have to take a moment to realize the latest guess is downwards, and his mellow expression quickly brightens.]

Voyyd! How are you? Those look tasty.. Wait.

....Did you walk here?

Im good! How are you Cookie! This are for you! *Voyyd did not answer the second question but rather she just looked up at Coffee and blinked before yelling.* IS YOUR BOYFRIEND ALSO HERE??

[Coffee flushes.]

We're not dating!

[He nervously steps aside and tries to herd Voyyd in.]

Here, just-- just let me take those from you and put them in the kitchen and we can eat them after dinner, ok?

Well you guys act like it!

*Voyyd was grinning with her little gremlin grin as she handed the brownies to Coffee.*

Ok! I’ll go find your boyfriend then!!

*With that Voyyd ran inside to go look for Altair.*

[Coffee blushes even harder.]

Well, we aren't technically! He's-- he's upstairs. He hurt his ankle, don't jump on him!

[Coffee sighs as he watches her disappear into the home. He meanders over to the kitchen island, and sets the brownies down. Dinner is getting close to ready, but he's waiting on the rice.]

[He glances at the stairwell next to the pantry, towards where Altair is, and goes back to working on dinner.]

WELL YOU GUYS ACT LIKE IT!!

*Voyyd yelled towards Coffee as she giggled, sprinting up the stairs towards where Altair was, her footsteps likely being able to be heard as she ran. She was 100% going to disregard what Coffee had just told her not to do.*

*Altair was laying on the couch, kind of dully watching the TV not paying attention to the footsteps approaching nor the undead six year old charging him. When he finally looks up she came flying at him making him scream so loud it echoes throughout the entire upstairs.*

AHCK- guh-- whu- VOYYD??!

HIIII!!

*Voyyd was grinning as she hugged Altair before staring into his soul with her bright yellow eyes.*

So how was your date with Cookie?!?

*His face was quick to turn a bright shade of blue-ish purple. Altair would sigh and ruffles up Voyyd's hair, giving her a small push.*

"Cookie" and I are not dating, doofus, weee've been over this. Several times.

Besides, I hardly believe he wants anything to do with me right now

Why does Cookie want nothing to do with you right now? Also if you guys aren’t dating then WHY do you guys act so weird when you’re around each other!

*Voyyd sprung up, jumping off the couch.*

We should go down stairs and meet up with Cookie! I’m sure he won’t stay upset with you if he is!

*Altair takes a while to settle on the second half of the question but he draws in a breath, speaking in a hushed tone.*

I maaaay have forgotten his birthday was today...? Amidst uhh, personal issues with one of our... "lovely" landlords but not really? Heeee. Really didn't tell me when I tried to ask. So I kinda have an outside source.

Also, Coffee and I are not weird around each other and if we are I encourage you to give me an example of how.

*He sits a bit more upright, already getting the feeling he was about to eat his words. Altair swings his legs around, careful of his ankle and getting the crutches.*

You mean the guy you fought outside? Also you’re being weird right now! You’re acting like Cookie is going to hate you forever! So let’s go down and talk to him! Also your face and ears turned purple when I started talking about Cookie.

*Voyyd dramatically pointed to the stairs before heading towards them, looking back to make sure Altair followed.*

*Altair sits there for a second, staring at the floor. God, sometimes he really wishes he didn't challenge the kid. He pushes himself up, tucking the crutches under his arms and headed towards the stairs.*

Voyyd, I only "turned purple" cuz you asked about his and my "date". Said "date" was him giving me stitches because Soul bit the shit outta my ankle.

Which is not a date by any stretch of the imagination... Besides, he WILL hate me cuz what kind of person does that make me if I show up like "hey I totally got mauled uh can you help me" on their fucking birthday. Which I forgot cuz I am an absolute fucking moron and I have no idea what he sees in me if that's the kinda bullshit he just puts up with.

Also, who starts a conversation like that?

*Around dinner o’clock there was a knock on Coffee’s front door, when the door is opened a particular little friend could be seen holding a brownie tray with brownies that had been not so neatly iced. The little friend was staring at the door with her typical bug-liked expression.*

-💜✨

[With the decadent smell of smoked paprika and chicken flitting out the door as it opens, Coffee appears. He does have to take a moment to realize the latest guess is downwards, and his mellow expression quickly brightens.]

Voyyd! How are you? Those look tasty.. Wait.

....Did you walk here?

Im good! How are you Cookie! This are for you! *Voyyd did not answer the second question but rather she just looked up at Coffee and blinked before yelling.* IS YOUR BOYFRIEND ALSO HERE??

[Coffee flushes.]

We're not dating!

[He nervously steps aside and tries to herd Voyyd in.]

Here, just-- just let me take those from you and put them in the kitchen and we can eat them after dinner, ok?

Well you guys act like it!

*Voyyd was grinning with her little gremlin grin as she handed the brownies to Coffee.*

Ok! I’ll go find your boyfriend then!!

*With that Voyyd ran inside to go look for Altair.*

[Coffee blushes even harder.]

Well, we aren't technically! He's-- he's upstairs. He hurt his ankle, don't jump on him!

[Coffee sighs as he watches her disappear into the home. He meanders over to the kitchen island, and sets the brownies down. Dinner is getting close to ready, but he's waiting on the rice.]

[He glances at the stairwell next to the pantry, towards where Altair is, and goes back to working on dinner.]

WELL YOU GUYS ACT LIKE IT!!

*Voyyd yelled towards Coffee as she giggled, sprinting up the stairs towards where Altair was, her footsteps likely being able to be heard as she ran. She was 100% going to disregard what Coffee had just told her not to do.*

*Altair was laying on the couch, kind of dully watching the TV not paying attention to the footsteps approaching nor the undead six year old charging him. When he finally looks up she came flying at him making him scream so loud it echoes throughout the entire upstairs.*

AHCK- guh-- whu- VOYYD??!

HIIII!!

*Voyyd was grinning as she hugged Altair before staring into his soul with her bright yellow eyes.*

So how was your date with Cookie?!?

*His face was quick to turn a bright shade of blue-ish purple. Altair would sigh and ruffles up Voyyd's hair, giving her a small push.*

"Cookie" and I are not dating, doofus, weee've been over this. Several times.

Besides, I hardly believe he wants anything to do with me right now

Why does Cookie want nothing to do with you right now? Also if you guys aren’t dating then WHY do you guys act so weird when you’re around each other!

*Voyyd sprung up, jumping off the couch.*

We should go down stairs and meet up with Cookie! I’m sure he won’t stay upset with you if he is!

*Altair takes a while to settle on the second half of the question but he draws in a breath, speaking in a hushed tone.*

I maaaay have forgotten his birthday was today...? Amidst uhh, personal issues with one of our... "lovely" landlords but not really? Heeee. Really didn't tell me when I tried to ask. So I kinda have an outside source.

Also, Coffee and I are not weird around each other and if we are I encourage you to give me an example of how.

*He sits a bit more upright, already getting the feeling he was about to eat his words. Altair swings his legs around, careful of his ankle and getting the crutches.*

*Around dinner o’clock there was a knock on Coffee’s front door, when the door is opened a particular little friend could be seen holding a brownie tray with brownies that had been not so neatly iced. The little friend was staring at the door with her typical bug-liked expression.*

-💜✨

[With the decadent smell of smoked paprika and chicken flitting out the door as it opens, Coffee appears. He does have to take a moment to realize the latest guess is downwards, and his mellow expression quickly brightens.]

Voyyd! How are you? Those look tasty.. Wait.

....Did you walk here?

Im good! How are you Cookie! This are for you! *Voyyd did not answer the second question but rather she just looked up at Coffee and blinked before yelling.* IS YOUR BOYFRIEND ALSO HERE??

[Coffee flushes.]

We're not dating!

[He nervously steps aside and tries to herd Voyyd in.]

Here, just-- just let me take those from you and put them in the kitchen and we can eat them after dinner, ok?

Well you guys act like it!

*Voyyd was grinning with her little gremlin grin as she handed the brownies to Coffee.*

Ok! I’ll go find your boyfriend then!!

*With that Voyyd ran inside to go look for Altair.*

[Coffee blushes even harder.]

Well, we aren't technically! He's-- he's upstairs. He hurt his ankle, don't jump on him!

[Coffee sighs as he watches her disappear into the home. He meanders over to the kitchen island, and sets the brownies down. Dinner is getting close to ready, but he's waiting on the rice.]

[He glances at the stairwell next to the pantry, towards where Altair is, and goes back to working on dinner.]

WELL YOU GUYS ACT LIKE IT!!

*Voyyd yelled towards Coffee as she giggled, sprinting up the stairs towards where Altair was, her footsteps likely being able to be heard as she ran. She was 100% going to disregard what Coffee had just told her not to do.*

*Altair was laying on the couch, kind of dully watching the TV not paying attention to the footsteps approaching nor the undead six year old charging him. When he finally looks up she came flying at him making him scream so loud it echoes throughout the entire upstairs.*

AHCK- guh-- whu- VOYYD??!

HIIII!!

*Voyyd was grinning as she hugged Altair before staring into his soul with her bright yellow eyes.*

So how was your date with Cookie?!?

*His face was quick to turn a bright shade of blue-ish purple. Altair would sigh and ruffles up Voyyd's hair, giving her a small push.*

"Cookie" and I are not dating, doofus, weee've been over this. Several times.

Besides, I hardly believe he wants anything to do with me right now

*Around dinner o’clock there was a knock on Coffee’s front door, when the door is opened a particular little friend could be seen holding a brownie tray with brownies that had been not so neatly iced. The little friend was staring at the door with her typical bug-liked expression.*

-💜✨

[With the decadent smell of smoked paprika and chicken flitting out the door as it opens, Coffee appears. He does have to take a moment to realize the latest guess is downwards, and his mellow expression quickly brightens.]

Voyyd! How are you? Those look tasty.. Wait.

....Did you walk here?

Im good! How are you Cookie! This are for you! *Voyyd did not answer the second question but rather she just looked up at Coffee and blinked before yelling.* IS YOUR BOYFRIEND ALSO HERE??

[Coffee flushes.]

We're not dating!

[He nervously steps aside and tries to herd Voyyd in.]

Here, just-- just let me take those from you and put them in the kitchen and we can eat them after dinner, ok?

Well you guys act like it!

*Voyyd was grinning with her little gremlin grin as she handed the brownies to Coffee.*

Ok! I’ll go find your boyfriend then!!

*With that Voyyd ran inside to go look for Altair.*

[Coffee blushes even harder.]

Well, we aren't technically! He's-- he's upstairs. He hurt his ankle, don't jump on him!

[Coffee sighs as he watches her disappear into the home. He meanders over to the kitchen island, and sets the brownies down. Dinner is getting close to ready, but he's waiting on the rice.]

[He glances at the stairwell next to the pantry, towards where Altair is, and goes back to working on dinner.]

WELL YOU GUYS ACT LIKE IT!!

*Voyyd yelled towards Coffee as she giggled, sprinting up the stairs towards where Altair was, her footsteps likely being able to be heard as she ran. She was 100% going to disregard what Coffee had just told her not to do.*

*Altair was laying on the couch, kind of dully watching the TV not paying attention to the footsteps approaching nor the undead six year old charging him. When he finally looks up she came flying at him making him scream so loud it echoes throughout the entire upstairs.*

AHCK- guh-- whu- VOYYD??!

#[ Hmmmm nobody tell him it will get 10x better/silly ]

I'm sorry you're both dumbasses </3

*He kinda just lays there hardly even noticing the sounds of little footsteps quickly approaching from down the stairs.*

What the fuck.

*To be fair, this is ENTIRELY his own fault.*

Hey bbg

Uhhhh

You forgot about something,,,, kinda important

Birthday related

Thats all, bye have fun bossman

- 🫐🎧

*All the color drains from Altair's face as he kind of just falls back into the couch, hands coming up to cover his face.*

Could this day get ANY BETTER?

FFffawwwkkkk.... Now I need someone to come down and murder me. There is no way I am going down there, not-- urghh....

Wyrd, Anwir how do y’all feel about this

*GAHSVBHDHAHAHAHAHAA OH THIS IS FUCKING FABULOUS! PERFECT, JUST WHAT WE NEEDED.*

< ...You really could stand to be alot nicer. I mean, come on-- >

*No fucking way, this is just comedy GOLD actually. C'mon, you gotta admit you're amused, yeah?*

< Mm... No. I wouldn't say so. >

*Awah,,, buzzkill.*

Your little sis is evil

*He is bent forth in his seat, head in hands making his best effort to hide his face though nothing could hide his ears that were quickly turning blue.*

Can I please die-- actually. Actually just kill me right now.

*Embarrassment after awful embarrassment, today is not his day.*

You’re a fucking dumbass

*His brow furrows and mutters under his breath.*

Tell me something I don't know,

*A light knock would announce the arrival of Altair. However, upon opening the door he looks like he just got jumped by the mafia.*

*Well, okay, that's dramatic, he's banged up with a bit of blood dried under his nose and leaning against the door frame on his left side to keep off his injured ankle. All while smiling sheepishly...*

Sooo, something... may've hhhhappened..?

*This motherfucker.*

- @thatconfusedanon

[At the sound of the knock, Coffee jolts up from where he is carefully drizzling chocolate syrup and sprinkles on a whip cream tower on his morning coffee. He's quick to jolt for the door, excited for who may have come to visit him on his birthday. Stimulation!]

[The door opens, his fancy coffee in one hand, and his expression slowly drops like the blood Altair is getting all over his doorstep.]

...

...Altair, what the fuck did you get into?? Are you. Are you ok???

[It's just a little over 5 minutes that sees Coffee heading back into the room. He's taken off the scrub top and is back to what he was wearing before, one of his favorite Back to the Future tee shirts, and went to get his cane to boot. He's brought along a pair of crutches. Coffee looks a little more cleaned up than the average day. He probably shaved this morning instead of putting it off to be a once a week (or on bad weeks, once a month) thing like normal.]

[He takes a good squint at Altair's ankle as he walks by, making sure it's not bleeding through the bandages quite yet and is still slowly closing.]

Heya. About ready to get up and go lay down?

[He offers the crutches forward.]

It's not the best solution, but hopefully it will relieve enough pressure to make sure it doesn't bleed more.

*Altair was eyeing Coffee for a while, squinting slightly in deep thought. His head tilts ever so slightly before Coffee's voice snaps him out of it. His eyes widen slightly as he looks to the crutches.*

Y-yeah, I should be I think.

*He takes them and scoots forth to get up, stumbling slightly and falling back on his ass for a moment. His nose crinkles before trying again with a bit more success. Probably not in a way that would be considered "best", but hey he probably didn't fuck up his stitches this soon... Probably a world record.*

*...He doesn't want that.*

So, ehh... Did you have plans today..?

*His face warms up a little with light embarrassment, he gets the feeling he might've forgot something. Is it...? No, it cannot be... Hmm...*

[Coffee stares at Altair for a moment too long, feeling a little bit heartbroken by Altair forgetting, but trying really hard not to hold it against him. Altair and Voyyd coming over today was his plans. It was just an assumption, though, and nothing really set in stone.]

...No, I guess I didn't. I'm uh, gonna make some spicy corn bowls for dinner. Was thinking about baking, but I'm not really feelin it anymore.

[He rubs the back of his neck. He'll at least enjoy a few glasses of wine and maybe some Kahlua mixed drinks tonight once Altair leaves.]

Come on, let's get you settled upstairs.

#pouring a galactic brew #[ we can fade out :> ]

*Altair stares back, brow creasing slightly. The corners of his mouth twitch before just settling for a small frown. Not even a small clue...? Fine, it's fine. He gives a small nod, looking towards the ground and exhaling quietly.*

Yeah, right.. Okay.

*A light knock would announce the arrival of Altair. However, upon opening the door he looks like he just got jumped by the mafia.*

*Well, okay, that's dramatic, he's banged up with a bit of blood dried under his nose and leaning against the door frame on his left side to keep off his injured ankle. All while smiling sheepishly...*

Sooo, something... may've hhhhappened..?

*This motherfucker.*

- @thatconfusedanon

[At the sound of the knock, Coffee jolts up from where he is carefully drizzling chocolate syrup and sprinkles on a whip cream tower on his morning coffee. He's quick to jolt for the door, excited for who may have come to visit him on his birthday. Stimulation!]

[The door opens, his fancy coffee in one hand, and his expression slowly drops like the blood Altair is getting all over his doorstep.]

...

...Altair, what the fuck did you get into?? Are you. Are you ok???

[It's just a little over 5 minutes that sees Coffee heading back into the room. He's taken off the scrub top and is back to what he was wearing before, one of his favorite Back to the Future tee shirts, and went to get his cane to boot. He's brought along a pair of crutches. Coffee looks a little more cleaned up than the average day. He probably shaved this morning instead of putting it off to be a once a week (or on bad weeks, once a month) thing like normal.]

[He takes a good squint at Altair's ankle as he walks by, making sure it's not bleeding through the bandages quite yet and is still slowly closing.]

Heya. About ready to get up and go lay down?

[He offers the crutches forward.]

It's not the best solution, but hopefully it will relieve enough pressure to make sure it doesn't bleed more.