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[quarterlynx]

Characters: Haru and Ryoki
Location: Ryoki's place
Rating: ...Haru. So R probably.
Time: January 6th
Description: Ryoki's got a cold, so leave everything to nurse!Haru.

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[halfcow]

Ryoki was in his bed, slowly dying - or at least that's how he felt - cursing at the world, but mostly the snow he had to shovel before. Probably he should blame himself for wearing shorts and not giving a damn about the cold when he should, but the bull wasn't in the mood to blame himself about anything, and he'd rather curse at everyone else.

When he heard someone entering his apartment he figured it was either Lili - though they haven't spoken in a while - or Haru, probably the only people who knew where his room was. And when he rose his head to check who it was, Ryoki regretted right there having told Haru where he lived.

What was he looking at? Why was Haru dressed as a nurse? Why was he wearing a purse? Why a skirt? Where did he get that outfit? Why did that picture made his head hurt more?
He didn't really care to know the answer, and actually... he'd rather not know

[quarterlynx]

"A nurse outfit!" He explained like this was completely natural, even doing a little twirl to show it off. "You like it?" And he didn't really give Ryoki much of a chance to answer before he hopped onto the bed with him, straddling the vulnerable bull. Ryoki really did look bad.

Haru was used to taking care of people. Some of the prostitutes would come in sick from drugs or just nursing bruises from some particularly rough clients. But when it came to Ryoki, he figured the guy didn't necessarily want to be babied or pampered.

He brought his hand against his friend's forehead, checking for a fever. "Mmmhmm. Definitely hot. Looks like we'll have to get you naked to cool you right down!"

[halfcow]

Ryoki wouldn't answer anyway, because his sanity depended on that, it seemed. Still, when Haru moved on top of him, the bull didn't particularly mind either, already used to sort of Haru's need for physical contact. Though that didn't mean he'd let the lynx strip him.

"Don't want to get naked." His yellow eyes looked at Haru for a bit, and he decided to take the hat off, letting his hand drop to the side. "Aha... the idiot lion was right. I did get sick."

[quarterlynx]

"You talked to Leo?" Haru couldn't really mask the surprise in his voice. He drew his man purse up to rest on the empty half of the mattress, rummaging through it. "Are you guys better now?" It might have been a personal question, maybe it wasn't in his right to pry -- but when it came to them, he didn't really give a shit about rights and wrongs. He wanted to see them make up, didn't want to see them go down the same path that he and Lloyd had.

He took out an ice pack that he'd loaded in his bag and gently placed it against Ryoki's burning forehead while he waited for a response. The kid had definitely seen better days.