He could always just make Mondo put the patches on too, but. Too tired for that right now. He pulls out two salonpas-equivalent patches from his pocket and lightly shoves it at Mondo's chest. ]
[ Fucking hell, Terry. Mondo grunts in annoyance, even if he knows it's because Terry cares, but also Terry's stubborn as fuck just like him. ]
...Fine.
[ He takes the patches and attempts to stick them on his back, an eye shutting in reflex because of the sharp pain when he tries to reach for the spot where it hurts the most. Making noises really help alleviating pain, but he's too prideful to show that moment of weakness in front of Terry, so he's. Trying his best not to make a peep all the while pasting the patches on his back. Mondo will probably have troubles with his teeth when he's older from all the gritting he keeps doing.
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He could always just make Mondo put the patches on too, but. Too tired for that right now. He pulls out two salonpas-equivalent patches from his pocket and lightly shoves it at Mondo's chest. ]
Take these.
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...Fine.
[ He takes the patches and attempts to stick them on his back, an eye shutting in reflex because of the sharp pain when he tries to reach for the spot where it hurts the most. Making noises really help alleviating pain, but he's too prideful to show that moment of weakness in front of Terry, so he's. Trying his best not to make a peep all the while pasting the patches on his back. Mondo will probably have troubles with his teeth when he's older from all the gritting he keeps doing.
God, it fucking hurts... ]
There. I did it. Now sleep.
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[ At least that gets him to smile while his head rests on Mondo's lap. ]
Thanks, Mondo...
[ He ends up conking out pretty fast due to how exhausted he was. There's a little more peace in his expression than before as he sleeps quietly. ]