MCA #0, Friday evening

[grenadesandohana]

Steve had been gritting his teeth and pushing through pain all week, nourished only by bland, terrible food, decaf coffee, and stubbornness.

(He was also fueled by his transplant anti-rejection pills, which he'd take for the rest of his life. He hated that.)

He wasn't running, but he was definitely walking up and down the steps of the island until his calves burned, and then did it for another half hour.

(His body had betrayed him after decades of work making it a finely oiled machine. He was punishing it just a little.)

And now he was back in the apartment, looking for something interesting to eat. There was nothing interesting to eat, but he was looking anyway.

[OOC: For Danno.]

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[hatesparadise]

"And napkins," Danny groaned, also pushing himself up. "Christ, I hate this."

[grenadesandohana]

"Me too," Steve said, tottering a bit towards the door.

[hatesparadise]

"Don't drop anything!" Was that aimed at Steve or himself? Both. The answer was both.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve snorted. "No promises."

[hatesparadise]

Danny, meanwhile, was definitely making more than one trip. Because in no way could he manage all that with a fucked up stomach.

But they were managing. A little slower. A little more busted.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve took their sad little pizza over to the coffee table and settled back into the cushions with a low sigh.

[hatesparadise]

"We," Danny said, depositing round two of things. "Are gonna enjoy this pizza."

[grenadesandohana]

Right up until they didn't!

"It smells amazing," Steve admitted. "I'm so tired of applesauce."