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Who: Takeshi Yamamoto & Hayato Gokudera
Where: Their snowy cottage
Style: 3rd, but 1st is fine, too!
Status: Closed
It had been a few weeks now, since Hayato had fallen ill. A few really rough weeks that had had Takeshi staying out of school and not showing up to work so he could focus on making soup and diffusing bombs... sometimes both at the same time, haha! While he took to the task with the usual near-bottomless patience, he'd still thought it best that he stick with Hayato for the duration of the sickness. That walk in the blizzard from work to home had nearly landed him sick; actually, it probably should have made him sick. It was only the combination of a warm bath and a warm meal (and possibly 'stupid baseball genes', if one asked Gokudera) that had kept them from both being under the weather.
Luckily, along with the actual weather, Hayato's illness had lightened up recently. To make sure it stayed in check, Takeshi had forged together another bowl of soup (with dwindling supplies, his soup creations got less tasty and creative by the day; this newest batch was just broth with some onion chopped into it). He put in on a tray beside a piping cup of barley tea and then headed up the stairs with both in tow, humming idly to himself as he went and headed for Hayato's bedside.
Where: Their snowy cottage
Style: 3rd, but 1st is fine, too!
Status: Closed
It had been a few weeks now, since Hayato had fallen ill. A few really rough weeks that had had Takeshi staying out of school and not showing up to work so he could focus on making soup and diffusing bombs... sometimes both at the same time, haha! While he took to the task with the usual near-bottomless patience, he'd still thought it best that he stick with Hayato for the duration of the sickness. That walk in the blizzard from work to home had nearly landed him sick; actually, it probably should have made him sick. It was only the combination of a warm bath and a warm meal (and possibly 'stupid baseball genes', if one asked Gokudera) that had kept them from both being under the weather.
Luckily, along with the actual weather, Hayato's illness had lightened up recently. To make sure it stayed in check, Takeshi had forged together another bowl of soup (with dwindling supplies, his soup creations got less tasty and creative by the day; this newest batch was just broth with some onion chopped into it). He put in on a tray beside a piping cup of barley tea and then headed up the stairs with both in tow, humming idly to himself as he went and headed for Hayato's bedside.