have i mentioned lately that i'm shameless

[connike]

 THE SICK DAY MEME

RULES
► 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!

Comments

[oftime]

[ Welp. He cocks his head a bit, sort of like a confused puppy would more than a bird for once, and simply looks at John.

But before he can actually say anything to that right off, he sneezes. ]

Goddamnit. [ Snuffle. ]

wow i actually really do not have enough davejohn icons on here at all.

[ofbreath]

[And John snaps right out of his temporary mood, flinching and then laughing a little bit, wandering back down the hallway and grabbing the clothes out of the dryer.]

Here, dude. You've got to be freezing. [Snot be damned, he moves forward to just kind of pull Dave into a hug with the dryer-warmed clothes in his arms.]

didn't you have a small hoard on heterosexually

[oftime]

[ At least his stupid sniffling and sneezing has some sort of benefit at the moment. He rubs the back of a fist across his nose, somewhat agitated but also sort of not really keen on having a John in a mood. ]

Insert typical whinin', bitchin', 'n mo--oh that's really nice. [ Snot be damned, at least he's not oozing it everywhere yet. He shifts so he can wrap his arms around John, content to just stand there in the towel with the clothes sandwiched between them. ]

yes i do. i have a hoard in general i just don't have them on this account yet whoops.

[ofbreath]

[John is kind of really bad at moods, because he gets in them but then ignores them and refuses to talk about them!! Like he is doing now. But gosh Dave, you are sick and don't need to be worrying about me.]

You are so bad at cold weather. It's sort of adorable.

import tiems except it's 7:30.

[oftime]

[ Dave thinks this is stupid. You're being stupid. And sad. And Daves don't like John sads because John sads are seriously the worst. Bigger enemies than dead Daves. So, worrying and hugging both for the warmth and because. ]

Your face is adorable.

i'll get to it. god we are so bad at sleeping.

[ofbreath]

Wow, sappy. [Presses his lips to Dave's forehead.]

Come on, you should lie down. I'll make you some soup.

aaaaaayep.

[oftime]

Accurate. Mm. [ Closes his eyes over, before he actually straightens up. Although, that means he actually has to hold onto the towel since there's not a John or sandwich of laundry to hold it in place. ]

Shit, Egbert soup. Sign me up.

[ofbreath]

You have to lie down first. Put these on, okay? I don't need you getting any more chilled. [Rubs his hands along Dave's arms.]

[oftime]

Yeah, yeah, okay. Pass over the undies, I think I should probs get those on before I forget I'm supposed to be holdin' onto this towel.

[ Disregard the fact he leans into your touch, John. Really. ]

[ofbreath]

[Dave you are such a cutie. And so needy and adorable when you're sick, gnrjkgf. Here just let John take care of you forever. He sifts through the pile of clothes and offers him the pair of boxers. They're simple, just dark blue cottony things. Comfy.]

[He keeps his hands on Dave's arms, both to keep rubbing at him for warmth and to keep him steady.]

[oftime]

[ Not a cutie or adorable. But he'll readily admit that he's kind of a needy asshole when he's sick. He's also a whiner, but at least he doesn't get a whiny tone, really. But oh shit, yes, comfy shit to put on. Dave is all up on this.

Also just giving up, since it's only them. He releases the towel so he can take the boxers and replace them a little more gracefully than when he took off his own underwear. ]

[ofbreath]

[Fallacies and lies. You are completely adorable and a cutie.]

[Oh and you're also naked, okay. John kind of pointedly looks at the ceiling because whoops.]

[oftime]

[ Truths and accuracies, I am the furthest thing from adorable or a cutie.

Definitely naked though. Dude whatever it's not like it's anything to avert your eyes from. Dave'll just casually take a moment longer than is actually necessary before getting them on, though. Just because it's hilarious to watch John do this kind of shit. ]

[ofbreath]

[Stop trolling me you snotty dickbag, I'm trying to allow you some feverish modesty.]

[oftime]

[ Fine, fine, Christ. Spoilsport. Getting those boxers on and then sort of reaching to wiggle the shirt out of John's grasp. Pants can come next, he's got something covering his ass right now that's totally enough for a second. ]

[ofbreath]

[Yeah okay. Forks it over and kind of puffs his cheeks up at him.]

[oftime]

[ Once he's pulled the shirt over his head, he just reaches one hand out for the pants and brings the other up to pat one of his puffy cheeks. ]

Shhh, no faces. [ Pap. ]

[ofbreath]

[Oops, nope. John's kind of stepping closer when you've got that shirt over your head, so that when you pop out of the neck he pecks your forehead.]

I'll make whatever faces I want to, dude.

[oftime]

[ Jesus way to be cute as fuck. Dave blinks a little stupidly with it, but the papping happens regardless. Mostly because he just likes to touch John and is already feeling a little loopy. ]

At least they're adorable as fuck faces, usually.

[ofbreath]

[Rolls his eyes.]

Wow, sappy. Come on, you need some sleep.

[oftime]

I am the master of sap. Also snot. Feelin' gross already.

[ But fine, he will just. Take these pants and put them on, no more tomfoolery because he actually kind of would like to flop over now if no one minds. ]

[ofbreath]

Yeah that's unfortunately a thing. Come on. [Guides him, once the pants are on him, into his room because he is not letting you sleep on the couch when his bed is there.]

[oftime]

[ There's of course a moment where he wants to protest, and drags his heels a little because dude you are basically putting an invalid in your bed. But he knows better than to fuss with John on these things because it leads to Faces that are not of the adorable kind and bluh.

So all you get is a barrage of sneezes that he angles into an elbow so he doesn't sneeze all over John. ]

[ofbreath]

[Wow okay Dave you are kind of cute when you sneeze how does that even make sense. John pats him gently on the shoulder and despite his sneezing continues to guide him to the bed, sitting him down.]

[Another reason he's going to have you sleep here is his keyboard is in his room. So he can play for you instead of having to play the grand from the study and hope you hear it on the couch through six afghans.]

[oftime]

[ Yeah well you're even cuter when you sneeze, which he knows will be a thing by the time he gets better. Sorry, John, I gave you the sickies. But fine, yes, sitting down and staying there for a moment as he snuffles annoyedly, nose scrunched up despite the fact it's all clogged up.

God, six afghans sound fantastic right then. It's not that he's really cold at the moment, he just feels like that would be the best thing ever and John would be the best person for giving him six afghans and some music. Best brofriend. ]