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 Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 4:40 pm
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It had been a distressing messages, though Jory couldn't quite pinpoint exactly why. It was natural for him to fret over people he cared about, but beyond that, Zaire always seemed so strong. The concept of him being sick was just a little terrifying.
There was also something else, as that initial stress began to fade. A sense of purpose, validation. His boilfriend needed him, and while he hated the idea of him not feeling good, the idea of taking care of him was actually...appealing. Enough so that he felt vaguely guilty for it as he hurried down the halls of the school and headed back to the dorms.
He had been in the middle of class when the message had come in, and though he'd stayed for that one, he wasn't sticking around for the rest. Not today. Instead he intended to grab a few things from his own room before hurrying over to Zaire's.
All in all, it took him about forty-five minutes to arrive after he initially texted the mahamba boil back.
"Zaire?" The door opened, and Jory peeked his head in, frowning as he took in the boil on the bed. Or more precisely, the mound of blankets that covered the bed. They were rising and falling very subtly, which was the only indicator that his boilfriend was somewhere burrowed beneath them.
The door was nudged closed with a push of his tail as Jory crossed the room to climb up onto the edge of the bed, carefully. He didn't want to kneel on any of the other monster's body parts, he was probably achy. "I'm here, come out?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 5:30 pm
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That mound of blankets did in fact host one very whiny, sick monster. Having dozed off Jory's call of name was lost, what had awoken Zaire was the dip of weight of the bed. Instead of body peeking out to meet the second call, the tip of a blue and green tail brushed along Jory's leg then slid back under the covers.
Body, head it all hurt. Zaire had caught something and it was jack near about to kill him. Or at least in his own opinion it was. He couldn't tell if he was hot, or cold or hungry even. The last list of complaints being much more concerning to him than the rest of course. He was dying and his boilfriend had taken forever, so naturally he was grumpy and refusing to come out, until apology..or something of equal value.
There was a stale odor in the room, the lights had been shut off via Zaire throwing a book into the bulb and breaking it. All around them was nothing aside from silence, of course if one looked close enough they would discover various minis lurking in the shadows. They had been scared since the monster boil snapped earlier and nearly ate one that landed on his stomach.
Curling up more in the bundle of warmth Zaire groaned lowly, then sneezed hard enough to shake the bed.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 6:32 pm
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Jory blinked down at the tail tip as it brushed along his leg, reaching down to touch it before it disappeared again. He frowned harder, and instead touched the mound of blankets. "Sorry I took so long," The the first blanket was peeled back, but there was another beneath it. "I wanted to stop at my dorm so I could get some things." Another blanket was removed. How many were there? He still couldn't feel anything but mounded fabric.
With a hum he shifted, practically laying behind the pile of covers so he could lift up the bottom corner where he though Zaire's head should be. He didn't see the blue glow of his eyes, at first, but he did see dark hair.
"I brought you some medicine." He lay his cheek against the bed, watching the other boil. "Do you want to come out and take it. It'll make you feel a little better."
Slowly, gently, he reached in to smooth a hand over Zaire's hair, settling a little more fully, his legs curled up along the blanket pile, tail slipping between blankets and bed to drape over the mahamba's ankle.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 6:08 pm
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The growls pulled a puzzled frown from Jory. He was accustomed to sound, Zaire was often a monster of few words, and often communicated via sound and action. But this growl? He didn't know this one. Not angry, not distressed, and not excited. He was baffled, struck with a momentary sense of helplessness.
Or maybe uselessness.
"But," he protested after that mumbled decline. "It'll make you feel better..." It was all he'd brought. He wasn't sure what else he could do. Maybe.. "Would you like a glass of water?"
Sneezes and growled whines tugged at his heartstrings painfully as he watched he boilfriend turning beneath the blankets. The hand on his head moved, brushing over his brow to feel for a fever, because he at least knew hot to treat that. But Zaire wasn't hot, he was chilled, and Jory wasn't sure if that was because the monster was cool blooded, and normal for a sick mahamba, or something to be alarmed about.
When he reached for him Jory didn't hesitate, how could he? His poor boilfriend looked miserable, and he just wanted to make him feel better. He slipped beneath the mass of blankets, shifting until he was laying with his back to the taller boil's chest so he could wrap himself around his smaller boilfriend.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 8:28 pm
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The growl was given again for his boilfriends weak protest. He was obviously not going to listen to Jory unless he was firmer and actually meant it. Glowing eyes narrowed in on the fresh face before him, he could only imagine how horrible he looked and only hoped Jory still thought he was handsome after this.
It was in fact the type of monster he was, if the much colder feel of body didn't give that away, the blood shot of his eyes could perhaps hold key. Or the fact that he was unlike normal seeking more warmth, and not becoming lazy under it, er, lazier. A soft purr of a hiss sounded when Jory responded as he wanted and started to tuck against him.
A slightly sweaty, cold chest rose up to meet the other boils back. Clinging to it then lowering shakily with each raspy breath. Tanned arms slowly coiled tight around Jory, though not as tight of a hold as they normally held, yet another sign of sickness. His strength wasn't there. Nudging his nose against the back of a blue ear, Zaire complained lowly, "m'dyin....and cold.....and hungry..." The list could go on but he was having to duck, head in the middle of Jory's back with another sneeze that shook the bed. "Hnn.......save yourself..." But not really, because he wasn't letting Jory go now that he was here, arms that tried to hold tighter proved this.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 8:27 am
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Usually Jory would have stripped down to just sleeping pants if he planned on curling up with his boilfriend in bed, but as the cool body slid in against him he was suddenly grateful that he hadn't had the chance to remove his tee-shirt. All the same, he still shivered as a cool nose pressed in against the back of his ear, and rather hastily groped at the blankets to pull them up around them to trap whatever heat his thin body might manage to produce. "You're so cold..." It came out in a small, protesting whine, but he didn't pull away.
He did cringe, ever so slightly, as the other boil sneezed against his back, and a run of goosebumps covered pale skin that had little to do with pleasure. "You're not dying," he murmured, head turning to look over his shoulder at the sick monster, lips in a soft pout. "You need to take some medicine."
He tried to roll, despite that tight grip, so he could give the other boil a stern look. In one hand he still held the little bottle of bright colored syrup, and he lifted it for Zaire to see. "I promise, it will help." Then maybe he could eat something, and that would help too. "I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying right here with you."
The thought was only now crossing his mind that he was likely to catch whatever Zaire had, but it seemed a little late to exercise extreme caution now. He'd crawled into the nest of blankets, snuggled up with him. He probably was doomed.
Oh well. This was what you did when you cared for someone. You took care of them.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 4:14 pm
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The shiver had a pout forming over thin, dried lips. It did make him feel bad but he was just as inclined to keep stealing what little warmth his honey produced for him, because it felt nice. Snuggling tighter he ignored the obvious of being cold and shrugged against the other. Nose pushing against neck to take more heat, if only because Jory didn't bother to pull away. Zaire had left the building due to fever and what was left in the monsters large body was a sick little scareling.
One that needed more attention and less medicine, or so he thought.
"Am so," he whined instantly on a low murmur, face pulling back a little as Jory started turning. Seeing the pout his own intensified to fight it, "gonna...feed it to me?..." Because glowing blues said that was the only way he would take it, because medicine was nasty and Jory was being mean.
Frowning under the stern look he hunkered a little back into the covers and pushed his feet between the other monsters. Being childish in putting cold toes on the ones he knew were bare. The bright liquid was snapped at, then his teeth caught the finger that was holding the medicine, nibbling it grumpily but not hard enough to hurt. "....You...taste it first.." Zaire hissed, pulling back and moving his hands up to pull covers over his mouth, hiding the smile that formed with the reassurance that his love was staying with him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 5:10 pm
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The stern look intensified as Zaire insisted he was dying, requesting the medicine be fed to him. "If it means you'll take it, yes." Though feeding was a bit optimistic of a word. It was a little cup, Zaire would just have to drink it.
Cold feet pushed between his own, and he shivered again, but his tail moved to drape over Zaire's legs, lending more warmth to his chilly boilfriend. A heat pad would be helpful. He doubted the mahamba had one handy, and he didn't either, but he could buy one. Maybe tomorrow, he could pick one up after class.
If he went to class.
He went to pull the little measuring cup cap off, but stopped, giving a startled yelp, when sharp teeth snapped near his hand, then on his finger, nibbling grumpily. When he let go the afanc gave an impatient scoff. Where was his big, tough boilfriend?
The cup was removed, and by the light of Zaire's eyes he poured a small measure into it, then carefully recapped the bottle and reached out past the blankets to set it on the table. Indulgently, he took a small sip of the berry flavored syrup to show it wasn't poison, nor gross. "It's not bad," he insisted, holding it out for Zaire. "Drink."
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 7:06 pm
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The look was meet with the silent treatment, a pouty silent treatment. At least until a slow grin came crawling across dried lips for the startled sound, just a hint that even having Jory close was making him feel a little better. Watching the cup get filled Zaire frowned, already smelling the sweet berry scent. Which oddly enough when sick, his taste changed, sweet was disgusting and salty was the best, call it a quirk. A wrinkle of nose was given as Jory tasted the liquid and tried to insist it was good.
Instead of trying the held out medicine Zaire gave a long exaggerated groan and turned. "I ...won't." Now facing away from Jory but sliding his tail up to brush along the other's legs before stealing the cover with the tip and pulling more covers back over his head. "...You said.." Grumpy he muttered to remind the other, refusing to let him get by with not living up to what was promised in sick mind.
Refusal was hard work, but that's what his boilfriend gets for trying not to feed him. Besides, Jory wasn't doing it right, where were all his cuddles! Slowly the monster turned just enough to have a glowing eye peek behind him towards the other boil. "...Hmph." A snort and the cover dropped to hide him again, luck have it right as he sneezed and shivered.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 7:21 pm
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"Zaire." It was exasperated, impatient. Jory sat up, suddenly chilled without the cocoon of warmth draped around him, and gave that thick tail a soft swat before it could disappear again. "You're being silly." The little cup was placed on the table, then he was balling hands into the blanket and tugging them.
The first layers came off easily, and because Zaire was sick, he managed the wrestle the last out of his grip, peeling it back, and at the same time threw a leg over the taller boil's waist, sitting on him to pin him down. "You're going to take the medicine." There was no longer any room for argument. Jory crossed his arms, staring down at the mahamba with narrowed eyes. Even weak, Zaire could probably over power him, but he was determined.
"Open your mouth." Another order, stern, and he grabbed for the cup again, holding it up as his other hand slipped behind the taller boil's head to lift it away from the pillows. "You should drink some water, too. You'r lips are gunna get all dry and split, and hurt."
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2014 6:49 am
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"Joooory." The call of name was mocked back from under the covers, childish. Maybe he was being silly, but he didn't care, he wanted what he wanted at the moment. Jory just needed to deliver or be pestered and or ignored until he did obviously. "Am'not..." Grumpily he whined as the blankets began to get tugged, to tired to fight back really he lost his first layer of defense and growled the same pitiful whine.
When the last cover was tugged loose he tried to look as intimidating as possible, though failed miserably all things considered. The press of a leg gained a raspy sort of whine, the weight feeling far more heavier than he remembered. But it was a single protest before Jory shifted to sit ontop of him and pin him down. While it wasn't the cuddles he was looking for, it felt much better, the affection was felt even through Jory's meanness.
The mahamba narrowed eyes right back upon the other, though couldn't hide the tug of smile at the corner of lips. It was pretty hilarious, seeing Jory with folded arms and demanding, was this what it would be like when he was comfortable enough? Not to bad Zaire supposed, especially with his prior experiences. Though he wasn't done with him yet, so he did open his mouth, kind of, just likely not the way Jory wanted. Tongue sticking out he made a face at Jory, tail swaying up to catch lazily around his middle.
Though when Jory actually responded physically it startled Zaire behaved. Opening his mouth he nipped at the cup once before obliging and drinking the medicine down. "...Hnn....if they do...will you still...kiss them?" Because he didn't care about cracked lips if so.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 5:39 pm
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The tail looping around his middle was disarming, and the Jory's stern expression crackled around the edges, just a bit, before the poke of that tongue inspired a soft rumble of a growl from the afanc boil. A first, and it even to Jory it was a little startling, but at his touch the mahamba began behaving.
Still frowning, he tipped the Medicine against his boilfriend's lips so he could drink it down, then set the cup aside again. Then he gave a stubborn huff down at the boil. "No," he lied, though only managed to hold to it for a second or two before stern features softened.
On a sigh he leaned forward, hands against the pillow on either side of Zaire's head, and bent to lay a kiss on his forehead. "Softer lips are much better to kiss."
Straightening, he flashed a soft smile down at the other boil before crawling off him and sliding to the edge of the bed. "I'll get you some water, you stay put." Blankets were pulled back up for the monster, and Jory gave them a pat before getting to his feet and heading for the bathroom.
He was back in seconds, a cup in his hand, and it was a miracle he hadn't stepped on any of the glass from the shattered lamp before that point. A yelp, and he very nearly crashed to the ground, barely managing to catch himself on the side of the bed, glass still in hand and mostly full. "A-ow." He handed the water off to Zaire, frowning down at the bottom of his foot as he turned to sit. There, right in the center, a piece of glass. It had the afanc wincing, biting his lip, but he tugged it free with only a tiny pain sound.
Now he noticed the glass. "Zaire, how in the name.." What the in Jack's name had happened?
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 8:06 pm
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The mahamba paused, a blink of surprise given up to the afanc before just a hint of blush dusted tanned features. Whatever that had been, Zaire clearly liked it. Almost enough to start misbehaving again, only a cough pushed this thought out of mind.
Lips tried to keep a hold on the medicine cup as Jory tilted it, making sure to swallow quickly so none of the sticky mess leaked past his lips. At the huff thick tail squeezed, lightly from lack of strength. Zaire had been trying to keep his pout, but the soften of features and stern words didn't match and thus he was cracking. Grinning a little until he was full out smirking brattily up to the other boil.
Glowing blues looked up a lighter set as Jory bent over him. The kiss to his forehead bringing out a shiver due to his sensitive skin at the moment. He was right of course but that didn't mean Zaire wouldn't whine. "..Your gonna get sick..." But he wasn't concerned, strike that, he wasn't selfless enough to tell Jory to leave or back up. Instead he tilted his own head before Jory could crawl away and stole a real kiss. Proving cracked lips could in fact be just as good, or at least in his own mind.
Reluctantly his tail uncoiled as Jory left the bed for water. On a groan he managed to move up to a sort of sitting position on the bed, keeping the covered pulled up to rest just under his chin. Watching the other boil intently as he moved, making sure he wouldn't try to make a break for it or put more medicine in the water. Though after a minute his eyes were closing slowly, chest raising a little softer with a doze.
Though the dozing didn't last long as a yelp startled him into a snarl. Snapping his eyes open the first thing looked for was Jory, which he found half on the bed and wincing. Dazed partly he reached for the cup as it was presented, taking a slow sip to calm the ringing in his ears brought on by surprise. Finishing the drink, while in thought, he sat the cup down and confessed, "oh.....the light was bright....I broke it.." A glance was given to a discarded library book near his only window. For a moment his gaze lingered before sliding back to Jory, slowly, very slowly tanned arms reached down aiming to grab and pull him up, "...snuggle..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2014 4:15 pm
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Glass shard still held gingerly between fingers, he turned slowly to frown at the other monster, features cooling into a hard frown. "The light was bright...so you broke it..." He repeated it, deadpan, lips pursing as regarded his boilfriend before just shaking his head, thin chest rising and falling in a heavy sigh. "You shouldn't do that."
Jory looked between the glass in his hand, the glass on the floor, and the bedside table, as if he couldn't quite decide if he should bother putting it up somewhere, or just toss it down with the rest. It would all have to cleaned up anyways. Sooner, rather than later.
Another sigh, and he was moving as if he meant to get up again, to clean up the mess, when hands on his arms stopped him. It drew another delicate growl from the smaller boil, head turning to peg the mahamba with a stern look over his shoulder. "I've got to clean this up before I forget, or I might get another foot full of glass, and you don't want that, do you?" A touch of impatience, but it was mild, considering how troublesome his boilfriend was being at the moment.
"Just give me a minute." A pat to tanned fingers, then he gave the bottom of his foot a look, grimacing at the dot of blood that had weld up, and dabbing at it with the hem of his t-shirt. Then he was up, grabbing a towel from the bathroom so he could push all the glass into pile, and nudge it onto a paper so he could throw it away.
Task finished, he returned to the bed, crawling up onto it, onto Zaire again, and aimed a hard look down at him. "No more breaking lamps."
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