[Now he's hoping he looks miserable enough so that Tsukki takes pity on him.
Although he really doesn't look all that well. His hair is all droopy and face flushed, but not for the right reasons. He'll be waiting for Tsukki in his bed, wrapped into a blanket.]
Bokuto sniffles when Tsukishima walks in and looks up from where he's rolled up in the blanket on the bed. That- that's a cute mask. He gratefully takes the disposable ones.]
Thanks, Tsukki [sniff] Yours is very cute...
[He puts it on immediately because he doesn't want Tsukki to get sick.]
[Tsukki's not going to try and jolly Bokuto out of it. Not his style. And it's no good pretending that affects germs. Time and medicine does that. Not faking optimism.
[If he weren't sick, he'd be circling around Tsukishima because his boyfriend is COOKING for him (it doesn't matter it's oatmeal, it's important that it's food).]
...think oatmeal won't make my stomach feel funny?
[He BADLY wants to grab Tsukki's hand though. Pull him into a hug. Smooch him. So sad he can't...]
[If Tsukki seems a bit more bristly than usual, well, he's worried. Also on guard. Just in case his touchy, walking-germ-factory of a boyfriend loses control.]
No!? [Pause to peek under the covers.] I mean, not yet. Should it be? I don't want it to be!
[And Bokuto is more panicky. This is what happens when the only thing you ever get in regards to sickness is a runny nose or sneezes. He barrels through those. AND! He is keeping his self-control! He doesn't want his amazing, caring boyfriend to get sick.]
no subject
What hurts?
Have you taken your temperature?
[This is his version of sympathy??]
no subject
just body
I've never been like this before!
And I'm sneezing
sometimes coughing
I'm taking it now
[Because Tsukki mentioned it...]
no subject
Are you keeping food and water down?
no subject
D:
I don't wanna throw up!!!
Imma go have a talk with germs!
[...]
no subject
What's your temperature
[FOCUS.]
no subject
oh no
I'm sick...............
[A conclusion.]
no subject
Do you have any medicine?
no subject
[He's discouraged]
There's aspirin
and tea
no subject
The aspirin should help with pain, tea with cough.
Where are you?
no subject
I took it.... ;o;
I'm in my dorm room
alone
;;
no subject
There in about 30
You want anything?
no subject
They say it cures anything!
or maybe just noodles
noodles are good too
Tsukkiiiiiiiiiiii
you're the best why are you the best ily so much ty ;;;;;;;;;;;;;
[Someone's having a crisis because they never got sick before]
no subject
Love you too
You'll be okay
NO kissing
Promise or I am leaving it outside the door.
[He has a Midterm tomorrow.]
no subject
BUT BUT BUT---!
not even small one?
okayyyyyyy ;;
promise
[Now he's hoping he looks miserable enough so that Tsukki takes pity on him.
Although he really doesn't look all that well. His hair is all droopy and face flushed, but not for the right reasons. He'll be waiting for Tsukki in his bed, wrapped into a blanket.]
no subject
[In exactly 30 minutes, there's a knock at the door. Tsukki comes bearing two full bags. Also wearing a cloth mask with dinosaurs.
He hands Bokuto a pack of disposables.]
Hey.
Here, you need to wear one while I'm here. Unless you're eating or drinking.
no subject
Bokuto sniffles when Tsukishima walks in and looks up from where he's rolled up in the blanket on the bed. That- that's a cute mask. He gratefully takes the disposable ones.]
Thanks, Tsukki [sniff] Yours is very cute...
[He puts it on immediately because he doesn't want Tsukki to get sick.]
no subject
[He begins unpacking. Handing Bokuto a bottle of Gatorade and decongestant tablets.]
Did you already call off practice?
bokuto is the most sad, miserable person when he's sick, but he's calm ahah
[He almost wants to ask for one with little owls.
He grabs the bottle with Gatorade and tears up when Tsukki mentions practice.]
I did...! I wanna go, I'm not used to THIS. [Sitting in bed that is. But Sakusa threatened to slit his throat if he showed up at the gym with germs.]
Unlike Tsukki who pretends NOTHING IS WRONG until he coughs up a lung
Something twists in his chest, seeing Bokuto so... droopy. And quiet. There might even be a sympathetic noise, as he cues up the microwave.]
It happens. Even to you.
bad Tsukki
He's one sick, little (beefy) owl. But he's obedient, takes the meds and several big gulps of the drink, then leans back onto the pillows.]
B-But I never got sick before. I sneezed and stuff but not... this. It's awful.
no subject
[Tsukki's not going to try and jolly Bokuto out of it. Not his style. And it's no good pretending that affects germs. Time and medicine does that. Not faking optimism.
He does squeeze Bokuto's shoulder, though.]
no subject
...think oatmeal won't make my stomach feel funny?
[He BADLY wants to grab Tsukki's hand though. Pull him into a hug. Smooch him. So sad he can't...]
no subject
Does your stomach feel funny?
[If Tsukki seems a bit more bristly than usual, well, he's worried. Also on guard. Just in case his touchy, walking-germ-factory of a boyfriend loses control.]
no subject
No!? [Pause to peek under the covers.] I mean, not yet. Should it be? I don't want it to be!
[And Bokuto is more panicky. This is what happens when the only thing you ever get in regards to sickness is a runny nose or sneezes. He barrels through those. AND! He is keeping his self-control! He doesn't want his amazing, caring boyfriend to get sick.]
no subject
[Taking a deep breath, Tsukki forces the knots out of his face. He's here to help. Not wind up Bokuto even more than usual.]
I got you something.
Calm down and you can have it.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)