mizuki-dm:
The bartender sighed softly to himself, resisting the urge to pout “I’m really not sick… I probably just worked to hard and kicked up dust…”
Mizuki shivered as he felt Clear’s hand touch his skin, it sent a chill through him, even if it was just a bit different in temperature it felt like ice touching him and he recoiled, pretending he needed to move something.
“Y-your hand is just cold Clear” How weak of an argument that was, how could a previously gloved hand be cold. He finally pouted and muttered to the bottles he was arranging “I can’t afford to be sick…”
Clear didn't understand why humans were so resistant to admitting their illnesses. Although he couldn't become sick himself, he'd had more than enough experience dealing with Aoba to know that it was a miserable state to be in.
“But if you work while you’re sick, it’ll only make your condition worse,” Clear said, surprisingly logically. “Also! Tae-san told me all about how ‘germs’ and ‘viruses’ are easily spread between humans in close proximity, therefore~”
He twirled his finger to build up suspense before poking it directly into Mizuki’s chest (gently, of course.)
“Mizuki-san is putting his precious customers at risk of becoming sick as well!”
