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St. John Allerdyce (untamedinferno) wrote in snapthread,

"Soup. Eating it. Right." John confirmed with the woman who was almost scolding him about eating. He'd do almost anything for her at this point, so she'dn't have to worry about anything crazy like that. "I think I have bread and cheese.." John forced a weak smile. "I can make you a grilled cheese or something."

John led her towards the couch, where he had started building a functioning living room. Couch, coffee table, TV... MOVIES... so many movies. This town was lacking in a lot of areas, so John made sure he was comfortable. So, a little inter-dimensional crime never hurt anyone. Right? Wasn't like he was murdering in droves. Just a little theft when he didn't have the correct currency.

After he was sure that Kitty wasn't phasing through the couch, he went and fetched every pillow and blanket he had around the whole place. If they were going to be gross and sick together, they were going to be comfortable. It took him multiple trips as he procured mountains of pillows and blankets. "I gave him my blood." John admitted while he mulled over his next answer. "I'm terrified." John admitted to next. "Kitty..." He paused as he held an arm full of blankets. "I.. I can't describe the feeling at the end.." The look on his face probably said it all. "So if I can do something to prevent you from going through that, I'd give all my blood to Tony fucking Stark." Then he buried Kitty under all the pillows playfully. "But don't worry about that, he told me he didn't need it all and to come back home to you."