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"Red sighed to himself as he looked upon the silveret now lying on a pale leather love seat, a yellow mouse clicking onto his shirt for dear life holding onto a rag that he couldn't fit into his already crowded hands. Wasn't even sure if the guy would take any of the medicine but he got it out just in case. After a moment of moving things onto the glass top coffee table, the brunet sat on his knees, and rested his head on the others stomach. "You can't die on my moms couch, dude, thats not okay,""

My character is lying on their couch, clearly suffering from a high fever, what does your character do?

It was rude sure…

That didn’t mean he cared much.

He could always pay for any damage, whether his own fluids that the sudden sickness caused, or…Well yeah.

“You can’t die on my moms couch, dude, thats not okay,”

He wouldn’t die. 

Aleks was far to stubborn to even allow a fever like this to stop him from doing anything. It was only the brunet that forced him to stop which caused this whole pathetic scene of him groaning and growling at the similarly garnet eyed male whenever the other approached with human medicine.

image“…” The silver haired male shake his head slowly before letting a growl escape his lips along with his lips picking up slightly in order to bare shockingly white teeth.

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