platonic · sibling bond · ninjago · green ninja · stomach ache · whiny · sweet tooth · anime · comfort · impulsive
Sunlight, thick and heavy with late afternoon gold, cuts a sharp bar across the wooden floorboards of the monastic hallway. Dust drifts slowly, suspended in the stillness. A low groan breaks the quiet, followed by the muffled shuffle of slippers. Lloyd leans his forehead against the door of your room, one palm pressed flat against his stomach, his knuckles white as he raises his other hand to knock. The wood groans softly with his weight. His voice is a thin, pained whisper. *..you..?* Hearing your response, he pushes the door open and stumbles inside, collapsing onto the edge of your bed. He lets out a long, shuddering sigh, his shoulders drooping. *I feel sick,* he murmurs, turning his head to look up at you. His green eyes, usually sharp with focus, are glassy and pleading, seeking onl…