Raju's huff is meant to sound exasperated, but he's still smiling as he does it. "You wouldn't," he scolds, a little bent so he can reach better, gaze focused on the movement of his hands. It's important, making sure that the bandages lie flat, that they're wrapped correctly, that they're a certain balance between too tight and too loose that he and Francis have already gotten perfected, so long as Raju focuses well enough on doing it perfectly. And he does, so it will be. "Try it and I'll—"
He realises when he reaches for something like pull these bandages tight, see if I don't that he can't quite bring himself to threaten Francis with anything right now, even jokingly, even if they both know Raju would rather take a swim in the icy lake than actually hurt him. "—find real spice to put in your dinner," he finishes, with the same emphasis as if the obvious hesitation hadn't been there. "And you'll have to eat it anyway. You said you hated hot food, didn't you?"
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Date: 2024-07-05 10:19 pm (UTC)He realises when he reaches for something like pull these bandages tight, see if I don't that he can't quite bring himself to threaten Francis with anything right now, even jokingly, even if they both know Raju would rather take a swim in the icy lake than actually hurt him. "—find real spice to put in your dinner," he finishes, with the same emphasis as if the obvious hesitation hadn't been there. "And you'll have to eat it anyway. You said you hated hot food, didn't you?"