“My nose is crying.” P observes after swiping his hand under his leaking nose. It came back wet, like his cheeks did after he cried.
“Huh?” he heard Romeo ask. The blonde haired puppet turned around and P noticed the way his green eyes blew wide for a fraction of a second before he replied. “Oh. No. Your nose isn’t crying, it’s just running.”
“Running where?” P is confused. His nose doesn’t have legs to run with.
“It’s a saying. Means your nose is leaking snot.” Romeo continued. P watches as he reaches into his pocket and removes a handkerchief. Idly, P wonders what Romeo keeps it around for; he’s a puppet, so clearly his nose isn’t going to start leaking anything any time soon. Perhaps it was just out of habit from living a prior life as a human.
The next thing P knows, Romeo is cupping one side of his face in a cool hand, one that he leans into gratefully, and there’s a handkerchief pressed to his nose. Romeo commands him to blow and, after a short explanation, P gets the hang of it and does as he’s told. The handkerchief is then passed to P, who stuffs it into his pocket and sniffles.
“Better?”
P nods in that jerky, uncoordinated way of his. But a moment later, his nose starts running once more.
“You’re running a fever.” Romeo informs him after pressing the back of one hand to his forehead. “You might be getting sick. Poor thing…”
Instantly, P freezes up.
“No, no!” Romeo quickly corrects. “Not like that. Sick with a cold, not with the Petrification Disease.”
“Oh.” P breathes out a sigh and gives Romeo a half smile which quickly fades. “I have never been sick before.”
Romeo goes back to cradling his face in his hands, wiping his hair from his eyes and brushing his thumbs over his burning cheeks. His freckles barely stand out right now with how flushed his face has become with fever. “I’ll take care of you.”
P melts on the spot, though he’s pretty sure it has nothing to do with his fever.
