A prompt if you're interested? Kandreil. Honestly, anything Kandreil. I love them.
aah tysm for the prompt! i give you a kandreil sick post
neil, naturally, didn’t even realize he was sick
sure, his head hurt a bit and he was sniffling, but it wasn’t something to focus on
he hauled himself out of bed when he heard kevin yelling about being on time for practice, and headed to the bathroom to get ready
when he was ready, he left the room to find kevin pressed against the hallway wall, and andrew’s lips pressed against his
they broke apart when he came over, and kevin turned to either invite him to join or chew him out for taking to long, but paused and frowned at his face
“your eyes are all red,” he noted. “you aren’t sick, are you?”
“i’m fine,” neil sighed.
andrew raised an eyebrow at him, but kevin spoke first. “good. we have our game against the trojans in a week, we can’t afford to miss practices.”
“i’m fine, i get it,” neil insisted. “can we just go?”
kevin stole the front seat, and neil blamed being in the back for the pounding beginning in his head, the mild nausea forming in his stomach, and his eyes starting to water
he ignores it all through changing, warm-up, and halfway through the practice
it wasn’t even a hard check, on matt’s part, but his elbow hit neil’s gut, and neil had to put his hand against the pexiglass to force down his own vomit and wait until he didn’t feel so light headed
kevin is beside him instantly, asking if he’s okay, what’s wrong and can he keep going when andrew reaches them
“shut up, day,” he snaps. “i’ll bring you back to the dorms, neil,”
“wait,” matt cuts in, walking towards them. “i’ll take him back, i forgot my phone anyways. besides, the freshmen strikers need to practice against andrew.”
“i’m fi-”
when three people turn to glare at him, he gives up and follows matt off the court
they get to fox tower quickly, neil brushing off matt’s concerns and heading straight for his dorm
the second he’s inside, he changes into kevin’s fluffy grey sweats that pool at his feet and andrew’s palmetto hoodie, which is somehow the softest out of everyone’s
he collapses on the couch, pulls the blanket over him, and drifts off to sleep
he is startled awake by a hand on his forehead, but calms when kevin whispers to him soothingly in french, and runs his hands through neil’s hair
neil curls into the touch as andrew walks towards them with a thermometer in his hands. “open up,” he says, and neil sits up and allows his temperature to be checked, finding himself unsurprised when andrew confirms, “fever.”
andrew hands the thermometer to kevin and plops down beside neil on the couch
“yes or no?” neil mumbles
“yes,” andrew says, and guides neil’s head onto his lap
“is this okay?” neil confirms between a yawn
“you wouldn’t be there otherwise,” is the last thing he hears before neil closes his eyes again
kevin comes back with the medicine just as neil falls asleep and almost has a heart attack
(“andrew, you’re going to get sick too.” “shut up and get over here, day, or go away.”)
((kevin goes over there, but to be safe, he settles in on andrew’s other side))
Dirk: Okay, I think we’ve gotten through most of the new stuff, or at least everything we could answer.
Dirk: I still can’t read half of these. Even some of the newer messages are showing up all glitched.
Dirk: Maybe we should- oh…
Dirk: Hang on, there’s someone at the control room door. I’ll be right back.
Anonymous said: Dirk, what’s up with the wires around your waist? Are you tethered to the chair or something??
Anonymous said: Dirk are you wearing a shirt under that hoody?
Anonymous said: Does AR ever suck Dirk’s dick? Is it even possible? If it is, would AR actually do it?
Anonymous said: Why the hell do you need a computer around your fucking neck?!
signlessvantaskarkat said: So… since he designed it, does that mean everyone gets one? What makes you so special?
Anonymous said: You know, wearing that collar makes you look more like that robot’s pet than anything else. I bet he doesn’t even need mind control to get you to do what he wants, you’re probably brainwashed to obey or something.
AR: Thus far, I have been…uncharacteristically benevolent and generous with my participation in this forum, as designed by Strider for the sole purpose of receiving and answering your trivial, insignificant questions.
AR: However, I find myself somewhat disappointed by the repeated need to censor some of your less considerate comments.
AR: Perhaps you are emboldened by Strider’s assurances of safety and security, or perhaps you are simply prone to actions of an extremely self-destructive nature.
AR: Strider may forgive your social transgressions, but I will not tolerate such blatant disrespect, especially when it is directed towards his younger brother.
AR: Do not think for a moment that you can hide behind an “anonymous” label on a server that is connected and integrated with my global networking hub.
AR: I know exactly where each of you are, from the very moment your electronic query is submitted to this open forum, and correlating this data to your physical location is an instantaneous process.
AR: If anyone ever attempts to insult Dirk again, I will locate you, and I will make use of my orbital weaponry to vaporize your current location, and there will be nothing left but an open crater in the earth where you once so foolishly stood.
AR: Do not test me, or you will immediately cease to exist.
Dirk: Hey, Calliope’s here.
Calliope: I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt…
Dirk: No worries, we’re just taking care of Bro’s Q&A forum while he’s gone.
Dirk: Speaking of which, have you seen him around? It’s been a while since he left.
Calliope: No, I’m sorry. I haven’t.
Dirk: Hmm…I should probably go look for him, then. I’m kinda running out of things to talk about. Actually, I was wondering if you could take over for a bit.
AR: …
Calliope: Oh, no…n-no no, I can’t-
AR: I’ll come with you, Dirk.
Dirk: Do you mind, Callie?
Calliope: Well…I suppose I am familiar with most of the talking points.
Dirk: Thanks, we’ll try to be quick about finding him. Let’s go, AR.
Calliope: H-hello there. My name is Calliope English, I’m sort of an assistant to Dirk’s brother, Mr. Strider.
Calliope: If we’ve already visited your settlement in our red ship, you might be familiar with me…or maybe you’ve seen me? Perhaps, from a distance?
Calliope: I think I know enough to answer some of your questions on my own, even if Mr. Strider isn’t here right now. At least, until he gets back, which…should be soon, I hope.
signlessvantaskarkat said:Have you considered making Endangered into a novel? I think it would be amazing!
Oh man, maaaaan yes ahaha I have briefly considered it. :3 But I’ll probably end up publishing something someday, since writing will forever be my creative outlet of choice unless I can get good enough to draw a webcomic ahHAHAH
im on my way to finish my fanart for your endangered fic chptr 24! c: /i rlly lov that fanfic great work!/
Eeee /)>\\<(\ thanku~<3
why the hell cant i submit a photo to you
Hmm...you should be able to, I mean the little ‘submit photo’ box on my settings is checked and everything?? Uhh. 8I
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