-Mumbles Winter Baby -3- -
5. Your muse has caught a cold, and mine has to tend yours back to full health.
How did it come to this again…? Oh right, the older Patch Tribesmen was so busy with the holidays, with them coming one after another, that they couldn’t tend to a sick boy in their own tribe. So, of course, he was stuck with the guy who hated him for having ruthlessly murdered his brother a year and a half ago. That wasn’t all either. Nichrome had somehow caught a bad cold, and he was constantly asking for tissues and wanting to watch movies with him, and how fucking bored he was in just sitting in his bed all day. He did take occasional naps when he felt tired, as one of the downside effects of being sick. Even then, Ren, out of all people, got stuck to take care of him for a week, and the cold wasn’t going away any time soon.
"Dammit, just eat the damn vegetable soup!" Ren growled, putting the spoon towards the other’s mouth. He had wanted soup two hours ago, and Ren had cooked up some chicken and noodles soup, only to find out that Nichrome was vegetarian, so it left Ren to eat the soup instead. Now Nichrome lost the appetite to even eat now, and was stubborn to get spoon fed, even though his arms felt weak to feed himself.
"I’m going to shove this into your vegan mouth and I don’t care if your teeth gets knocked in." Ren trying to threaten him was futile, and got brushed off. Even sick, Nichrome was able to shot back some snarky comment. Not even Ren can get his way with an ill sassy bastard.
