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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Dinner's long since gone, but Wells is still in the Bar. He's looking for people this time, and maybe a wolf. Depends on who he can find first, really.

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[princeinexile]

And that? That was Zuko losing all the raw, gobby meat he'd eaten not an hour earlier.

Violently.

...he's lay back down after that.

Ow.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells glances at the bucket's contents, deliberately not letting himself sniff, and wrinkles his nose sympathetically. "Need some water?" he suggests. "T'wash your mouth out with, if nowt else."

He'll bring up the possibility of congee later. In Zuko's situation, he wouldn't even want the thought of food in his head right now.

[princeinexile]

"...water, yes."

He would like water. A lot. To get the ...blobby guck out of his mouth.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

There's water, then, in the biggest mug Wells can manage. He'll leave the mouthwash in Zuko's rooms, for after.

There's also a clean bucket. The other one reeks.

[princeinexile]

There is gargling and spitting and yuck. And then a boy on the floor. Not that the bar isn't used to that.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"Better?" Wells says. "How about we get you upstairs now?"

Might as well keep things simple until Zuko's ready for complex again.

[princeinexile]

...but he just laid down! Course he was gory, but he was ready to ignore that in favor of passing out on the floor.

Getting up won. He dragged himself to his feet, fumbling with his blanket, and --well, hope nobody got flashed. Not that he was... anything other then gross at the moment.

But then it was time to stagger up the stairs to Zuko's suite.