🍜 (an attempt to make hot food was made. <3)
🍜 for your muse to make mine (or try to) a meal.
Roderich was bedridden. Again.
Really, you’d think at some point he’d work on boosting his immune system, but he’d always been a stubborn man. So of course, he continued to fall sick, regardless of the state of his country. Just your typical sicknesses that anyone could catch. This particular illness was proving a bit more difficult to deal with, and of course, Roderich had yet to let anyone know anyway.
So when he heard small footsteps enter his room, he was quite confused. Opening his eyes, Roderich was surprised to see Leo approach. Reaching for his glasses at his bedside table, Roderich sat up slightly, brow knitted in concern. “Leo... what is that you have there?”