Craig snorted, eyeing the male tha had stolen each and every blanket during the night.
Ohm’s brunette hair was sticking up in several places, his eyes and face covered by two blankets while the rest covered his body.
“It’s cold,” the male complained, “Come cuddle me...”
Mini laughed, “You’re sick, like hell I will.”
Ryan groaned, “Buddy.”
The dog panted by his bedside, leaning towards the older male before hopping up.
Ohm groaned, being crushed by his dog instead of cuddled by him.
“Buddy, lay.”
Said dog panted and simply sat on his back, before laying down finally and panting in his ear.
“Good boy,” the other muttered before dozing off again.
Craig huffed and crossed his arms, “We have to record videos today, Ohmie.”
“I know... Just another hour, please?”
“I’ll let the guys know,” Mini spoke softly, eyeing the bundle of blankets and the puppy before heading into the kitchen and pulling his iphone out.
He scrolled through twitter and hit on the text box, typing out an apology to everyone that he and Ohm won’t be recording or uploading for the day, as the ladder of the two was sick and bedridden.
A few comments came threw as sad and slightly unforgiving but most were telling Craig to make sure Ohm was well rested and healthy again, to care for Buddy for the lad, and make sure they both felt good tomorrow.
Craig chuckled, setting his phone down for a few minutes while he fixed together some soup.
Tomato soup helps fevers and what not, right?
He set some in a pot and stirred it on the stove, checking Twitter for updates.
A message came through from Ohmwrecker,
‘I’ll try and upload today!! Thanks @ Mini Ladd , I’m okay though.’
He snorted and responded, ‘Ur dog is literally laying on top of u and ur bundle of blankets. That is not ‘okay’, sir.’
He heard the other groan in the other room, shifting to get more comfortable before an object fell to the carpeted floor.
Craig peeked in and chuckled quietly, Buddy laying in pure cuteness on top of his master, who was completely out cold.
Mini snapped a photo, making sure Ohm’s face was still hidden, and sent it through Twitter.
He crept back to the kitchen in time for the soup to be done, pouring some into a bowl for Ryan and the rest into a larger bowl to heat up later.
He carried the bowl into their bedroom and knocked his fist gently on their door as he stepped inside, “I made food, eat up.”
Ryan grunted but sat up, his dog sliding onto the other side of the bed and sheepishly smiling up at Craig.
Craig smiled and giggled, placing the bowl of hot and fresh soup on the bedside table.
“I’ll go grab a TV dinner table, stay here and don’t touch it. It’s hot.”
