[Open RP] It was his own damn fault

[charlesofdensen]

He knew better than to have gone outside without a coat, but he didn't do it cause it would get in the way of the war game. (And boy was that a fiasco.) Not to mention he was around Nathan, who had caught something before that

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[needsanewliver]

A pair of hands reached from behind to lightly push Ofdensen's away and massage his temples for him. A second later their owner leant over and pressed a kiss to Ofdensen's forehead, not particularly caring that he was doing something so painfully unmetal in so public a place.

"Hey," Nathan said quietly, voice still hoarse from his own lingering cold. "Guess I did get you sick, huh?"

[charlesofdensen]

Ofdensen smiled faintly. "I guess there would be no point in denying it, would there? Going out there with no jacket probably didn't help, though."

[needsanewliver]

"Good. Then it won't matter if we do swap germs now." And with that, Nathan moved and leant lower to kiss Ofdensen's mouth, then went back to massaging his temples for him. His hands were for the moment still cold enough it would probably feel good. "Am I interrupting?"

[charlesofdensen]

"Not really. I had been taking a break from my studying with some light reading." Ofdensen closed his eyes, that did feel good.

[needsanewliver]

"Mm. Studying what?" Nathan asked, pausing the massage to slip on his reading glasses-which, you know, are probably kept in the same mysterious pocket-space as his bulky Dethphone-and squinted down at whatever was currently in Ofdensen's lap. Was that his CV?

[charlesofdensen]

"The free subjects. I decided to take your advice and apply for a professorship. I'm trying to decide which."

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