[Open starter for Moceit]
As if he didn't already have enough on his plate, Dee had went and caught a cold. He hated how cold winter became, and the winters only seemed colder every year. And every year, he seemed to catch a cold- ending up red-nosed and running a fever all week. He looked small, buried in bed under several blankets, trying to avoid any chills and quarantine himself from the rest of the sides in an effort to keep from spreading his germs.
But every time a side got sick, Patton was insistent on playing the role of a caretaker. He would fuss over them, making them soup and hot tea, adjusting their pillows, reminding them to take their medicine. Although he'd never admit it, he loved all the attention.
At the sound of a knock on the door, a raspy-voiced Deceit called out for the cheery side to enter.