Challenge #323: Sick
Gojyo never pictured himself as that guy. The guy who got all distracted and idiotic when his boyfriend was sick; who would make (er, heat up) soup, or wait around for hours while his man slept.
That guy.
Ugh.
“This tastes like ass. What did you do to it?” Sanzo said hoarsely, breaking Gojyo’s silence.
“Uh, not much. Added some pepper, some parsley?”
Sanzo frowned as he drank the soup, then held out his hand for his medicine. “Think I prefer cough syrup.”
Gojyo wrapped his arms around his sick lover.
“Just feel better soon,” he sighed into golden hair.
That guy.
Ugh.
“This tastes like ass. What did you do to it?” Sanzo said hoarsely, breaking Gojyo’s silence.
“Uh, not much. Added some pepper, some parsley?”
Sanzo frowned as he drank the soup, then held out his hand for his medicine. “Think I prefer cough syrup.”
Gojyo wrapped his arms around his sick lover.
“Just feel better soon,” he sighed into golden hair.