Your ass is a mess. [ He grins sleepily at his comeback that makes absolutely zero sense (especially considering the circumstances) and allows Derek to manhandle him accordingly. He's pretty much bundled up in Derek's arms even after they sit down, and for once in his life he's not going to complain about it--he just stretches his legs out a little and curls back in again.
Derek's snuffling at his jaw is even soothing at this point. Mumbling, he traces absent patterns against the skin of his shoulder, brown eyes fluttering. ] As the lupa I'm commanding you to take care of it. And 's your sssssssssspouse [ Popping the p. ], I'm commanding you to take care of me.
[ He levels him a really? look with mostly his eyebrows contributing to the expression, but instead just settles with an armful of pliant lupa and cranes back a little to see if there's something around to clean them up. Thankfully, there is, because otherwise Derek would seriously say screw it and go to sleep right now. But he tugs the bowl over, lukewarm as it is now, and takes the damp cloth. ]
That's a lot of commanding. [ Still, he tucks his nose back against his jaw as he works on actually following said commanding, green and gold-flecked eyes half-shut as he goes. ]
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Derek's snuffling at his jaw is even soothing at this point. Mumbling, he traces absent patterns against the skin of his shoulder, brown eyes fluttering. ] As the lupa I'm commanding you to take care of it. And 's your sssssssssspouse [ Popping the p. ], I'm commanding you to take care of me.
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That's a lot of commanding. [ Still, he tucks his nose back against his jaw as he works on actually following said commanding, green and gold-flecked eyes half-shut as he goes. ]