#ragno anon rp

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Anti quietly picked up the pens each time they fell and placed them back, adding a minute to the timer. He did the full minute the first four times then shortened it to 45 seconds. Then 30. Then 20, because they just kept falling. And he could see the effect it was having too, the way that he looked each time Anti had to place them back. Eventually it was nearly 30 minutes of his time left- not even completed, he hadn't managed a minute before another one was added on- that he took what could be considered pity on him. He reset the timer so there were two minutes remaining and turned to look at Edit. Properly look at him. "Do you think you've learned your lesson, Edit?"

Author watched his hands with a detached feeling. He was used to getting mocked like this, to be given a simple task he had no way of achieving just to see him suffer.

"Yes, sir.", he replied softly. He knew he hadn't really gotten anything out of this. He didn't know what mistakes he had made and how to fix them. He hadn't managed to keep the pens on his hands for long before they fell again. But he'd be better. He'd do better. Hopefully being slow and doing less was good enough, if he made no mistakes.

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Anti leaned down and placed one pen on his right hand, starting off at the first joint of his finger. Or what he would consider the first joint, it was the one closest to the fingertips. From there he placed the next one on the crease of Author's palm, the tip nestled into the curve of his thumb. He repeated the process on his other hand and then leaned back, using the tablet to set a timer for seven minutes. He placed it flat against the table with a small thud. "This is your punishment. You have to hold these pens for 7 minutes. If you drop them, I add a minute to your punishment. Your arms have to stay extended, and if you pull them in then it starts completely. Same if you drop all four pens." Anti explained, eyebrow raised as he did so. If Author wasn't sitting with the toy inside him he would make him use his teeth to pick it up and give it back to him that way, but... another time. "Your time starts now. No talking."

Author watched quietly, his fingers already twitching just from getting the pens laid onto them, dropping the first pen near immediately without knowing what the purpose of them were.

He listened attentively at the explanation, nodding lightly. The pens on his palms weren't a problem, but the ones near his fingertips certainly were. All he could do was watch his hands, watch his fingers twitch every now and then. Eventually dislodging the pens on his fingers and making them fall, just to be put back again, just to fall down again.

Author knew he wouldn't be able to do this. All he could do was watch his uncontrollable fingers, his arms beginning to tremble the longer he had to hold them up, making it even harder to keep the pens up. It was a punishment that felt mocking. Look how useless your hands are. Look how you can't even hold still. Look how you can't do a simple task like keeping some pens on your hands. At least he didn't drop all four pens. Just dropping the same two, over and over, adding more and more time to his punishment. Author didn't keep track, though he wouldn't be surprised if he'd sit here until the timer was hours long, and he physically couldn't hold his arms up anymore.

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Lashes? Fucking lashes for mistakes that he had basically no instruction for? Fuck that. He might lash him if he really acted out, but he wasn't going to use that punishment for something as small as this. What could he do that wouldn't actually harm him? At least not physically. He supposed... yes, that would work. Author wouldn't even have to get up for it. He turned and leaned over to the pen holder on his desk and grabbed it, bringing it over. He gave no indication of his thoughts as he did so, mostly focusing on finalizing the plan. "Turn to face forward and put your arms straight out." Anti ordered and picked up four individual pens. With a quiet murmur, mostly to himself, he placed them on the edge of the desk as he watched Author. Edit. He really did need to start thinking of him as Edit, or any of his other names besides Author. It would only serve to confuse him in the future most likely. "Palms up, and open."

Author fidgeted a little as he watched Anti, finally looking away from him when Anti turned away. He had no idea what Anti may be thinking, what he might want to do. He was going to punish him, right? He couldn't be sure, though he hoped he hadn't said anything wrong.

He obediently moved how Anti told him to, holding his arms out. He could watch his fingers twitch, though he directed his gaze back to the ground again instead.

He wondered what was going to happen, holding his hands open like he was told. He could do that, though it worried him his hands would get hurt. Not that he could really feel pain from them directly anymore, but the thought and sight of it was enough to make him feel the phantom pains anyways.

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Anti supposed he could see that logic. Author made mistakes, so he expected to be punished. To not get a reward at all was normal, to get one was not. To get a punishment, even for something as small as a few errors on something he was thrown into would, in his mind, most likely register as grounds for a punishment. He hummed and tapped his knee, looking down at Author, then released his chin. "Hm. So, what would be a fitting punishment for your mistakes, Edit? You had 7 errors, small and easily correctable but I had to do it. How would you make it up to me?" It occurred to him then that he hadn't actually had a reason to punish Author yet. Or rather, hadn't seen a reason. Author probably had a list building in his head, each offense only known to him. "Go on."

Author tried to keep eye contact even when his chin was released, if only because he expected that to be what he was supposed to do. He'd take a punishment over doing it wrong, as he usually would. He never knew what to do with Anti after all.

He fiddled with his fingers as he was questioned what would be a good punishment. Usually it depended on his owner's mood, but he couldn't really judge Anti yet. He seemed rather calm, but he might be mistaken. Looking at him like this made him even more anxious.

He tried to think of what Edward would've done to him. Give him a task to complete, but make mistakes. Edward didn't always get mad either, after all, or not visibly at least. "Seven lashes..?", he tried. Of course Author failed to mention what exactly he thought of when he thought of lashing. Edward had always loved to suspend him from his wrists to hurt him even more -his fingers twitching at the thought- though even the instrument to hurt him with could be anything. Whips, belts, riding crops, canes. Anything that could injure easily, truly. At the end, it all boiled down to one simple thing: If he didn't have seven bleeding wounds by the end of it, he hadn't gotten seven lashes.

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Anti's eyebrow raised in surprise when Author denied the reward. He had done good, had barely made any mistakes- and any he did make were easily excused by the fact that he was learning and that Anti had basically thrown him into it with barely any instruction. So he really had expected Author to nod yes. But now, he was curious exactly why he was denying himself. With a smooth movement he took the toy and placed it on his desk, standing upright. He saw how it was shining with saliva and his mind went back to how... blissed Author had been with it in his mouth. He really was the perfect little sleeve, wasn't he? He'd probably be happiest with a cock in all three holes, and then some. "Tell me why you don't deserve a reward, Author. Don't be vague." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, looking down at Author. He could just see the edge of the orange toy from under him but forced his attention back to his... head. Not his eyes. With a slight pursing of his lips he reached forward and lifted Author's head, forcing it upwards till he could look him in the eye. "Look at me."

Author made a soft sound when Anti pulled the toy out of his mouth, lips staying parted for a little after, before he closed his mouth and swallowed heavily. He focused on Anti again, listening to his instruction.

He was about to reply, when Anti made him look up and at him. He was clearly startled by it, eyes flitting around as he really saw Anti for the first time. He made sure to look at Anti when he was told to, though he was clearly uncomfortable.

"I- I didn't do good enough.", he replied then, a bit stuttery from looking at Anti. It was almost distracting. "I made mistakes. Making mistakes is bad. A good job- a good job isn't good enough. It's not... it's not perfect. If I'm not perfect, doing perfect, then I don't... I don't deserve a reward.". Again with the Author. Was that his name? Was it another nickname, like Edit? Or was that something he had forgotten, a name he'd been called.. before? It hurt his head to think about it, the scent of ink and old books in his head.

"I shouldn't make mistakes. Mistakes get punished, not rewarded.", he finished, forcing himself to keep looking at Anti properly. He didn't like it. It felt too intense, too... too weird.

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Anti briefly entertained the thought of glitching them both to the living room and setting Author up in the middle, but discarded it soon after. Metal and him didn't mix well, and he had learned the hard way that trying to transport anything large and metal was just going to end up in pain for all involved. He laid his hand on Author's head and ruffled his hair before he was moving to sit on his desk. He pulled out the tablet he had retrieved earlier and began to scroll on it, going over what Author had done the previous time. There were a few small mistakes, but nothing that Anti couldn't correct. After all, it was far easier than doing it all himself. Once that was done he tapped it twice and connected it to the internet, watching as the bars in the corner lit up. He then went to one of the movie applications he had on it, clicking it and waiting for it to boot up. "You did a good job with the reports, Edit. A few small mistakes, but that's expected. Do you think you've done good enough to watch a movie while I take care of a few things?" He had turned in his chair and reached out to trace the base of the toy, but didn't take it out. "Hm?"

Author was in complete bliss where he was sitting. Just feeling the toy inside him, not too large or thick, but still giving him a bit of a full feeling. Having the smaller toy in his mouth, sucking it clean, just mindlessly sucking on it and letting it rest in his mouth. He looked like he was in bliss as well, eyes half-lidded, sitting there relaxed as he just.... enjoyed himself. He wasn't being hurt, he wasn't forced to do anything else. Just sitting here, with his sweater and pants hanging around his calves.

He blinked a couple times when Anti spoke to him again, focusing again from his blissful haze. Had he done good enough? He would guess it was about if he had done good enough with work. If he had made mistakes, which he had, he didn't think he had. So he lightly shook his head. Making mistakes meant he hadn't done good enough. Good enough was perfect, and he wasn't. Even though Anti had praised him for doing a good job. Good wasn't good enough for a reward, wasn't it?

He figured giving a negative was safer than a positive. He'd rather not receive a reward when he could've gotten it, than say he deserved one when he didn't -because that would result in punishment.

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"The Doctor said we needed to start with the treatment to make you better down there. Less painful, at least. This was the first size, and given that you took it without issue we're going straight to the second." He pulled Author off the desk and turned him around, glancing over his features. He found himself enjoying the way that Author's lips were still parted and it looked like he was ready for anything. With a hand to the back of his neck he guided him to the side of the desk, where his pillow was, and directed his attention to the toy. The red toy, still in his other hand, was nearly set aside but he had a thought at the last minute that prevented it. And besides... it would be hot either way, and he couldn't deny this wasn't arousing. Even if it really was to help him. He held the toy up to Author's lips and positioned it about an inch away, eyebrow raised. While he had no doubt that Author would do what he was about to be ordered too, he wanted to see him lean for it anyway. "Go on and suck on this. Keep the base against your lips, then go start sitting down on the toy. Go slow, if you hurt yourself then you won't get anything till the doctor says you're ready."

Author made a soft sound when he was pulled back, a bit unsteady on his feet for a moment. He nodded lightly at the information he had been given, looking at his modified cushion. Well, it wasn't like he hadn't spend hours to days filled with a toy before, so sitting on one for health purposes seemed perfectly possible.

When the red toy was back in front of his face, his eyes focused intensely on it, salivating a little more upon seeing it again, wet with his own arousal. As soon as Anti told him to suck on it again, he leaned forward to slide it into his mouth, eyelids fluttering as he tasted himself. He eagerly sucked on it, keeping his lips pressed against the base, looking wonderfully content. When Anti let go of it for him to move, he shifted carefully to get over his cushion, carefully and slowly sinking down on it until he sat back on his cushion. It was a bit uncomfortable, his insides hurting a little, but all in all he looked to be in complete bliss.

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He kept up his movements and gentle praise for a few more minutes before he pulled the toy away from Author's mouth and positioned it at his cunt, then slowly pressed it in. He stroked over Author's ass with his thumb as he waited a few moments before each push forward, slowly working it in till the base was flush with his intimates. "There we go..." Anti murmured, nuzzling the back of Author's head again. He pulled the toy nearly completely out then thrusted it back, slightly harder than before but not slamming it in. He kept this up for another few minutes, each thrust being accompanied with a nip or light scratch of his nails. He pulled it out and placed it to the side once he determined that Author had been prepped enough, but did take the time to slide his fingers through his slit. "Good boy."

Author was truly relaxed when Anti pulled the toy out of his mouth, a soft little whine leaving him when his mouth was now empty. He felt good, not thinking about anything, just enjoying what was happening to him. A soft little moan leaving him as the toy was pushed into him, relaxed as Anti slowly pushed it into him.

It was weird to have something solid inside of him again after so long, a little bit uncomfortable. He wasn't aware of all his scarring, especially since he's not have any real problems with it, and he was so used to pain when he was fucked as well. Still, after a while of Anti thrusting the toy into him, he was relaxed and enjoying it, little breaths leaving him with each movement.

A soft little sound left him when Anti pulled it out of him again, licking his lips lightly, the praise adding to the arousal that had gathered. He missed having it in his mouth. Was that weird? Should he not want it back? He liked having his mouth full when he was pleasured, he even liked pleasuring others if it involved him using his mouth. Maybe he had latched onto a sexual act to enjoy when everything else was so horrible, but he truly didn't care. He just... liked it, in the end.

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Anti pulled out the first toy- the smallest one, red and thin- and placed it in front of Author's lips. He pushed forward till the base was pressing at Author's lips and hummed, stroking his hair and trailing curled fingers against his pet's cheek. "Go on and suck, Edit. Get it wet for me." He moved to stand behind Author and gently tugged down his pants, exposing him. They weren't completely dropped, stilling at his knees, but it was enough. He gently began to massage against Author's clit, rolling it and stroking along his slit. He spread the other with his fingers and crooned, and then stepped forward, pressing his chest to Author's back. He curled his finger into Author's hair and gently tugged, not enough to wrench his head back but enough for pain to be felt. "You're doing so good, Edit, doing such a good job."

Author readily let Anti push the little toy into his mouth, relaxing. He happily began to suck, always enjoying it a lot. He liked having something in his mouth, he liked sucking on things. He was mildly confused that he was Edit right now, but Anti knew best.

A soft sound left him when Anti's fingers were against his clit, finding himself enjoying it again. It was so weird to him, to enjoy something like this, but it made him happy too. He moaned softly when his hair was tugged, eyes half lidded as Anti praised him again. The praise added to his pleasure, making him shudder and clench, feeling so good.

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Anti gently cupped the back of Author's neck and hummed, then stood up. He had a feeling that Author wouldn't even blink, or protest, at what he was going to have him do but he was trying to be a tad more delicate. Why, he wasn't sure but it felt right. His soft spot for his pet was growing at a rapid rate and he wasn't sure that he minded. "Stand up and follow me. Once we get to the main office you are going to lean over the desk and place your hands behind your back, legs spread." He kept his instructions soft as he lead Author out of the room and to said room, moving to stand by the side of the desk. He was glitching slightly, little bits of static floating in the air for only seconds before fading away. "Go on."

Author obediently stood up when he was told to, following Anti like he was told to. He was quite curious about what Anti had in mind, making his way to the desk as he was told. He carefully bend over it, moving his hands behind his back and making sure his legs were spread wide enough but leaving him stable.

He wasn't entirely comfortable, but he also didn't really mind. He felt more curious than scared about what Anti wanted to do to him, which was... weird. He's always felt scared and anxious about what would be done to him, because he knew he wouldn't be enjoying it. But Anti... he'd been good to him, so far. He'd not hurt him.

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Anti had taken some time away from his work while Author was sleeping to set up the metal plate. He had easily carved a hole into the pillow and set up the second toy- not the first, Author had already proved he could take his tongue so it was pretty much useless- so it would stick through all the way but still be attached to the base. Once he was done with that he had returned to working for a bit and finished up his papers from earlier, setting them aside. A quick glance at the clock revealed that it had been nearly 4 hours and he figured that Author would most likely be awake. He got up and walked into the room with the kennel, flipping on the lights before crouching next to cage. He slid open the door and gestured for Author to come out, crooning softly. "Come on, time to get up. I know you're tired but I have something for you." He continued his gentle coaxings and backed away from the cage, still on his knee with his hand extended. It was almost as if he was coaxing a feral animal from a trap, if said animal was a traumatized mostly-human. "There we go."

Author blinked a couple times when the light was turned on, stretching out like a cat waking up. He shifted when Anti got the door open, slowly crawling out even while Anti was just coaxing him out. It wasn't like he needed it -if he had to go out, he had to go out. It wasn't like he would refuse whatever his owner wanted from him.

When he was out he knelt in front of Anti, making sure not to look up at him. He still had no clue what Anti really looked like, never having really looked at his face. He didn't need to know, of course, but well. He was curious, and maybe some day he'd get to look.

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Anti paused once he heard the sleep laced words and leaned back, moving to stand. He slid the kennel door and locked it then turned to leave, placing a hand on the light switch. "Actually, nevermind. Get some more sleep, little one. You need it." Besides, it didn't have to begin today. Just soon, and now that he thought about it, it probably wouldn't be best anyway. Not with how he had used him earlier. He flicked off the light switch- barely noticing how as soon as he did and the room was shrouded in darkness, there was a faint light from deeper inside the kennel- and turned to leave, one last short glance at Author being his only sign of hesitance. He closed the door behind him with a soft click and left to go work at his desk, content to let the hours pass by in quiet as he worked.

Author blinked a little, before humming softly and nodding. He shifted to lay down again properly, nuzzling into his blanket. He noted the little light that was just enough for him to see inside his place, not bothering him when he closed his eyes to try and sleep.

He fell asleep again after a while, content to get more rest. He did sleep peacefully for another hour or so, before the nightmares set in. Not enough to wake him, but he curled up tighter and whimpered softly in his sleep. When he woke a couple hours later, he didn't feel much more rested than before, but he was certainly used to that as well.

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Anti was gone for nearly an hour. By the time he returned he looked irritated, but not nearly as pissed as he had the last time he was forced to leave. It had ended up being a lost hiker- not uncommon, they were up in a secluded area- and he normally would have just turned them around but they ended up being a dick. A quick slit of the throat and a call to Robbie had it handled and he was ready to go up, the only thing stopping him being Henrik. ---- "Ich muss mit dir über Autor sprechen." Henrik had only said that to him before he was dragging into past the living room and into the clinic, locking the door behind him. He continued to pull Anti, ignoring the fact that the glitch was popping at his hand, till he was sitting in chair behind the black curtain. "Ich habe seine Tiefenscans erhalten. Seine inneren Narben sind schrecklich. Es muss eine physikalische und mentale Therapie eingeleitet werden, um den Schaden zu minimieren.“ Anti nodded, pointedly staying quiet. He could tell that the doctor was going somewhere, and even he wouldn't interrupt that. Not only because it was about Author, but also because the doctor was the only one in the house he was the slightest bit wary of. And as expected, he began to speak again, this time pulling out a black case. „Ich habe ein medizinisches Kit beschafft. Jedes wird gemessen und hat eine Basis und es gibt einen Zeitrahmen für jedes, bevor eine Progression erforderlich ist.“ He opened said case and revealed it to be 7 toys, each one getting larger in both width and length. The smallest one was only two inches long, and no bigger than two fingers, while the largest was nearly 7 and just above average size. They were all colored differently- starting with red and ending with pink- and there was what looked like a heavy metal plate at the bottom with a place for the toy to screw into. "Er soll sie so schnell wie möglich einsetzen. Aber das ist nicht alles, worüber ich sprechen wollte.“ He closed the case and placed it next to Anti, then proceeded to walk towards the wall. He pressed a button and several blue and white scans appeared, almost all of them appearing to be of wrists. "Ich habe Scans seiner Handgelenke gemacht, während er schlief. Sie erlitten ein massives Trauma und werden auch Physiotherapie benötigen. Ich kümmere mich darum, aber am besten fängst du innerhalb des Monats an."

Anti spoke then, having adjusted the case to rest in his lap. It was surprisingly heavy, but that could have just been the plate inside. "I tongue fucked him earlier. Two fingers, just the tips, but that was only for a minute or two. He doesn't seem to be in extreme pain, but there's probably a little he isn't telling me." „Ein flexibles Anhängsel zu verwenden ist nicht dasselbe wie jemanden zu dehnen, Anti. Obwohl es ein guter Anfang ist, werden die Spielzeuge notwendig sein.“ He chided, but he did nod in approval. It was a good start, especially as a way to relax the body and seal the bond between them. With an abrupt change of subject he asked, "Hat er gegessen?" And Anti confirmed, giving him a quick rundown. From there it was just a few more updates before he was free to go and he glitched away, back towards the bedroom. He placed the kit on the bed and walked to where Author was, getting down on one knee to look into the kennel. "You awake?"

Over the time Anti was gone, Author had managed to fall asleep. He was warm, he was comfortable, and he felt good. Having had nothing but niceness before trying to sleep made his rest a lot better -he slept mostly peacefully, which gave him much more rest than his nightmares tended to give him.

He did sleep lightly, however. He had gotten used to sleeping very light, so that he would always be awake in case his owner wanted him for anything. So when he heard Anti's voice he woke up, shifting to rub his eyes. "Mhhm.", he hummed softly, nodding. "Yes, sir...", he added then, voice still heavy with sleep. It was obvious he had just woken up, but it didn't really matter to him at all. He'd be awake when his owner needed him to be awake.

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Anti didn't need to sleep. He had determined that a long, long time ago. However, that didn't mean that he couldn't relax, especially after doing something. He had just managed to fully relax into the headboard, Author against his side, and his eyes were closing when there was a shrill beeping noise. It made him curse and jump to the side, hand shooting out to summon the source of said beeping. He used his thumb to answer the call and hissed into it, sitting up rapidly once the person on the other end started speaking. He didn't say a word until they were done and he closed the call, burying his face in his hands with an annoyed groan. "Fuck. Okay, so it looks like there was a perimeter breach. I need to go handle this, get whoever or whatever off the grounds," As he spoke he got out of the bed and stalked towards the closet, throwing on a shirt and a pair of shoes. He pulled out an oversized sweater- red, and fluffed- as well as a pair of sweatpants and tossed them on the bed before he turned. "Go on and wash up. Get dressed in those clothes and then go lay in your kennel. I should be back soon, but if not then you have permission to go across the hall and get Marvin." He glitched out only a few seconds later, leaving the brighter-than-normal lights in the room to pulse with his agitation before they began to fade back to normal, as well as a faint scent of ozone.

Author flinched quite notably at the sudden noise, tensing and pressing himself against Anti, breaths shuddering. He forced himself not to panic, especially because Anti was getting a phone which was obviously the source of the sudden loud sound. It still left him a bit shaken though, trying his hardest to calm down fully again.

He watched Anti slightly as he moved off the bed, watching the clothes being thrown towards him. He'd be alone again, then. That was fine. He felt ready for a nap, and being in his place sounded good. He watched Anti disappear, not getting time to answer his acknowledgement. Finishing his drink, he carefully got off the bed, to go get cleaned up real fast, before returning to get dressed and crawl into his place. He couldn't lock it himself, obviously, but he had no intention of leaving anyways.

He was quite content to curl up beneath his blanket, trying to get some sleep again. Being warm and feeling good certainly helped his sleepiness.

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Anti lowered his arm once Author was settled, pulling him closer and nuzzling the top of his hair. This allowed him to keep Author close to him but also get him off the now soiled blanket, which he kicked aside with his foot. He'd have to get Author clothes soon, but not yet. On that note, he'd have to get some clothes specifically for Author. Once he didn't have to be clothed in warm, loose clothes- which did have their appeal, but he didn't want them all the time- he'd have to get him some nice things. Maybe a matching set, underwear and top piece. He would look good in yellow, or a bright green. Or even a lilac. A few dresses. That could probably wait till he was healed though. On the few partners he had taken who preferred to wear dresses there was just something about fucking them with it on. Tearing their under garments down, hiking it up and having them stumble afterwards with cum dripping down their leg and reddened faces from being exposed. He brought himself out of his imaginings- as fun as they were- to look over at Author. There was a faint smile on his lips, the edge of one fang being exposed as he watched him, the hand over his arm gently massaging. "After this you can clean yourself up with a rag. Just use the sink. Dry off completely once you're done. Doesn't have to be right now though." He murmured.

Author relaxed a little when Anti pulled him close, slowly beginning to eat the items he's been given. He noticed just how badly his body wanted food now that he was giving it something, but he made sure to eat slowly. He did eat all that he was offered however, before settling to drink the little drink box too.

He blinked a little when Anti spoke to him again, but nodded lightly. "Yes, sir.", he replied softly. He would make sure to always keep himself dry of water, knowing Anti didn't do well with it. He wasn't sure about the full extent of it of course, but he didn't need to anyways. For now, he'd finish his drink, and then clean up.

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Anti had looked down at the first call of his title but hadn't started moving till after the soft statement. Fuck. That's right, he was supposed to feed him when he got back but then everything got out of hand. With a quiet groan of frustration- clearly aimed at himself, not Author- he slid out from underneath him and glitched out of the room, going to where Henrik was. He didn't even have to say anything. Instead his attention was directed to a lined cooler and he picked it up, glitching back to the room with a small pop of static. He had no clue what was in it but knowing the doctor it was probably perfect for Author. The glitch placed it on the side of the bed and opened it, hissing softly as a few water droplets splattered on his hand from the condensation. He gritted his teeth as he reached in and pulled out one of the same drinks Henrik had Author drinking earlier, as well as a sweetened fruit... puree? Sauce? A packet of cheese crackers wrapped in a plastic package was brought out last and it closed it again, placing it on the floor before getting back onto the bed. "Here. The Doctor assembled it. I'm assuming you just eat what you can and I'll put the rest away for later." He placed the items next to Author and leaned back against the headboard again, legs stretched out and crossed. He patted the spot next to him and lifted one arm, clear in his intentions.

Author fidgeted a little when Anti moved away, staying laying in bed where he was. The reaction hadn't been bad, so he was assuming he had done right. It did make him feel a little better, knowing he had done right.

Still, he had to wait for Anti to return, fiddling lightly with his fingers. He could hear when he was back, doing something or other still, though he had to wait patiently. When the items were placed next to him, he looked curiously at them, taking things in. He kind of watched Anti move and settle on the bed again, taking in his motions.

He shifted to push himself up, carefully moving the items and himself so he could settle next to Anti. He wasn't... entirely sure what Anti's intentions were, but he was hoping that sitting next to him wasn't wrong.