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[connike]

 THE SICK DAY MEME

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► Post with your character, name and fandom in the header.
► They are now, for some odd reason, sick (headache, fever, runny nose, cough, whatever you want).
► Another character replies and is struck with the sudden urge to take care of them (bringing them soup, extra blankets, Sudafed, sexual healing, what have you).
► Go from there!

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[ofbreath]

[He closes his eyes at Dave's hand on his skin-- because it's cool, and it feels really nice. He makes a quiet little happy sound, pressing his face into the hand for a moment, before he opens his eyes again to roll them at Dave.]

Wow are you really pulling that meme shit with me right now.

[oftime]

Yes. Yes I am.

[ He sets the bowl aside, huffing a quiet laugh and then bringing his newly freed hand up to cup John's face. He's typically a personal heater, but in comparison to John he's probably something of a personal cooler at the moment. Almost to make up for the meme shit, he traces his fingers along his face, thumbs following the curve of his eyebrows, then sweeping across his temples. ]

[ofbreath]

[He grumbles a little at first, and then the grumble gives way into a throaty little pleased sound. Throaty mostly because he is so horribly congested right now, ew.]

Mmm, that's nice.

[oftime]

[ Yeah, kinda really ew. He's still going to lean in to press his lips to his forehead, not really concerned all too much about getting sick. When it comes to getting sick due to taking care of someone, it's usually John's field of expertise more than Dave's. ]

I should just stick my hands into the fridge for a while 'n see what that feels like.

[ofbreath]

[Yeah John just basically takes care of someone until he catches their sick and he swears that that's what makes them better. He does it pretty much every goddamn time.]

That might be a little too cold, actually.

[oftime]

[ Dave will just indulge him every time he says it. And then take care of him so he stops being sick, because he doesn't need a sick John. Sick Johns are like kicked puppies and that's never a good thing.

Snorts, softly, before moving his fingers to his neck. ]

Maybe. Never know 'til you try, but I'm not moving right now to figure it out.

wow this is definitely a porn icon whoops.

[ofbreath]

[Hums a little at the fingers against his neck, obviously soothed.]

Good.

eh. nothing new.

[oftime]

[ Shifts around so he can actually sit instead of standing over him, and then almost immediately after he starts kneading his fingers into his skin. ]

I like how it's a definite sign of you being sicker than hell when you're actually warmer than me.

w h o o p s.

[ofbreath]

Yeah. [Ducks under the blanket for a minute to make a valiant attempt at forcing his lungs out of his body through his throat.]

...gh. Sorry. [Peers.]

paps

[oftime]

[ He withdraws his hands for that minute so that John can do his gross sick thing, wincing sympathetically. His heart goes out to him, especially since he probably had a hand in him being a sick person.

When he peers back out, he leans in to press a kiss between his eyebrows. ]

Dork, quit apologizing.

don't you pap me young lady.

[ofbreath]

Well it's gross, geez.

[Wow his face is probably warm enough to be unpleasant on Dave's lips. Stop dying of high fevers, John, it's not nice.]

too late.

[oftime]

Yeah kinda, but not like you can help it.

[ A little, but it doesn't bother him. A John is a John, and it probably feels kind of nice still for him. So he bumps his nose here and there into his skin, and brings his hands back up to wrap behind his neck so he pretty much has a cold compress on the back of it. ]

[ofbreath]

[John kind of visibly wilts into the compress, closing his eyes over again.]

God, being sick is so. Freaking. Lame.

[oftime]

[ Dave nuzzles his nose into his temple, humming softly at the back of his throat as he sort of works his fingertips in slow, small circles while he's at it. ]

Yep, yep, 'n yep. I got you, though, so don't worry.

[ofbreath]

I know. [Best friend forever wow. Never letting you go away.]

[Also kind of shifting to latch onto your arm or something. He just kind of wants to hold onto something.]

[oftime]

[ Pretty okay with this, to be perfectly honest. And that, too, though he has to shift said arm to make it a little easier. Not that he has a problem with this, considering it kind of has him wrapping his arms around him. ]

[ofbreath]

[And wow John just burrows into him as soon as it seems like Dave is okay with the notion, and he goes still apart from periodic snot-induced hitches of his breath.]

[oftime]

[ That's kind of gross, babe, but he just moves accordingly so John can be burrowed as comfortably as possible. His clothes will wash if John gets snot all over him.

Totally okay with the notion, and going to knead his fingers a little into John's scalp while he's at it. ]

[ofbreath]

[He would be making a funny sort of purring sound if he weren't too congested to do anything beyond labored breathing.]

[oftime]

[ Poor lump of sickness. But he figures he's still happy to have the attention, so he continues kneading and moves his other hand to rub little circles between his shoulder blades. ]

[ofbreath]

[Lump of sickness indeed. He is basically just a lump of snot and bluh right now.]

[A lump of snot and bluh that is steadily falling asleep curled up on you like that, Dave.]

[oftime]

[ That is...

Well he's not sure how down he is with that, but so long as John is comfortable and not sniffling or sneezing or oozing everywhere. If he's comfy, he's not gonna move him.

Cutie. ]

[ofbreath]

[Shh.]

[John's just-- Sickness is lame, okay? And you make him feel all safe and shit so he's actually chill enough to fall asleep. Slowly. And he'll probably wake up before he's gotten any sort of rest, but hey.]

[oftime]

[ Cute. As. Fuck.

But hey, he's... still pretty glad that he can make you feel like that, John. Even if most people tend to react to being slept on by sick people a little negatively. So for as long as John will actually sleep, even if it's not exactly restful, he'll keep massaging at him. ]

[ofbreath]

[He more of sort of naps, for about fifteen minutes in total, before his breath catches in his throat as he breathes and he jolts forward, coughing enough to shake his entire person.]

[Way to go John, you've got like freaking pneumonia or something. He's coughing into his hands and makes a face after a while when he can breathe again. Eugh, now there's like gross mucusy crap in his palm.]

Wow this can really stop any time now. [He is so hoarse.]