jiggyitup replied to your post: i have a cold and i am a complete baby when i’m...
100% has to be Johnathan because none of the others are trustworthy except giorno but hes got enough on his plate
SELF INDULGENT NAT FAVE HEADCANONS OF BOYS CARING FOR THEIR SICK S/O
abbacchio thinks i’m being a baby. he is also a huge baby when he gets sick, but that’s different because he’s actually dying. he’s rolling his eyes and sighing at me and telling me fresh air would be good for me so let’s go for a nice walk. if it’s poly bruabba, at least, bruno is attempting to take care of me - but raising his eyebrows when i sigh in over-exaggerated defeat. he really takes my insistence i can’t do anything to the next level - he insists on feeding me, helping me out of bed like an invalid, putting on pyjamas for me and is all in all just as bad as abbacchio in his own way.
diavolo doesn’t want me to come near him lest i infect him. he does buy a shitload of medicine for me and attempts to just drug me up with it until i stop complaining. he sequesters me on the other side of the house and has one of his many underlings bring me anything i want.
prosciutto also thinks i’m being a big baby and that this is not at all charming or adorable of me. he, like abbacchio, thinks that the best thing to do with a cold is to Get On With Things (although when i can’t sleep at night because i’m sniffling and mumbling sadly into my pillow, he offers to take me downstairs in a blanket and watch shitty movies with me whilst he strokes my hair. nobody else must know, though. they can’t know he’s gone soft - even if it’s for me).
sorbet and gelato are just fucking with me, let’s be real. sorbet’s actually a lot better with sick people than you’d think, and if he was on his own he’d probably make sure i was comfortable but leave me to my own devices to heal. gelato is a horrible gremlin, though, and so i am not left alone for a moment because gelato and sorbet demand constant attention. when i weakly ask if i can sleep now gelato gasps in mock-horror and lists off all of the seventy five fun things they’re going to go do without me. they still end up making me soup and bringing me medicine, though - they might be assholes, they might be utterly beyond most mortal feelings, but they still love me.
