Twenty-sixth Lotus

[spandexisyouth]

Lin? I do not think that you need to add Bell back to the schedule after all. He came back a little sick but now he is running a fever and is not feeling well at all.

Do not worry, Stoneface, I will still be able to work and take care of him too! He is just stubborn. But I do not look like myself. My hair is now yellow. And it stands straight up.

It is very hard to open doors with the gloves, too.

Bastet, when you are free, I would like to talk with you please. In person.


[ooc: Youth is Super Saiyan Vegeta. His outfit also glows in the dark, but he hasn't noticed this yet.]

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[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Ignore him. I'm FINE.

A little cold medicine and a few tissues and I'll be in to work tomorrow.

[spandexisyouth]

You are very hot. It is not good. And you were talking to the door. I do not think you would guard very well.

You are staying home.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

I know you think I'm hot. I think the Sphere knows [The writing stops] I was talking to you through the door.

You can write me a note to get me out of physical education, Teacher, but I'm fine.

[spandexisyouth]

You know I think you are hot because I felt your forehead and told you that you were too hot. It did not sound like you were talking to me. It sounded like you were in one-sided conversation with the door.

You are not fine and you are resting and if I have to make you rest I will.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

That wasn't the "hot" I [The pen drags a little, tiredly] Forget it.
The door's a better conversationalist than you anyway.

Ok. Make me.

[spandexisyouth]

See? I missed teasing and you did not have the energy to keep teasing. You are too ill.

It is not! It is a door! Doors cannot talk or have conversations!

I could tie you up. Or I could sit on you. Or I could leave my weights on you. Please rest?

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

I just didn't care. It just wasn't worth it.

You're just jealous.

Yeah yeah. Later.

[Excuse me whilst I get up, wrapped in blankets, and go to make tea. Totally not sick.]

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[spandexisyouth]

[Slowly.] I wasn't worth it?

[Normal speed.] Of a door? I would not be jealous of a door! IT IS A DOOR.

[He catches sight of Bell coming out of the room and sighs. His voice is gentle, a rare sound.] No. Now.

[Getting up, Youth intercepted Bell and put the kettle on the stove.] Go rest, please.

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[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Whatever.

But it's hard for me

[Bell sighs and drags the blankets around himself better. He's grumpy, and his nose is stuffy.] Youth...

Just because we tie you down doesn't mean everyone's a danger to themselves. I'm fine. [He opens a cabinet to get out teabags.]

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[spandexisyouth]

Bell! Fine. If you wish to start dating a door I will not stand in your way. We will see how happy it makes you.

[He takes the teabags from Bell, putting them in mugs, before gently trying to turn Bell around and push him toward the bedroom.]

I am not a danger to myself, and you are not feeling good. I want you to feel better!

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[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

I don't date. Too much work.

[He frowns as he watches the teabags leave his hand and resists any attempts to maneuver him. His tired tone implies he's clearly not into the teasing as much as he normally would be.]

There are better ways to make me feel better...

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[spandexisyouth]

We had dates!

[He can't budge Bell gently, and starts considering picking the other man up and slinging him over his shoulder.]

At least sit on the couch? I will make you tea. And anything else you need. I do not think the ways you want to be made to felt better are good ideas right now.

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[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Too expensive. Genius was cheaper.

[D< oh no you don't! Bell doesn't want to be taken care of or fussed over. He leans against the counter, trying to mask a hopefully short bout of dizziness.]

Just make the tea. I really don't want to put up with this right now.

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[spandexisyouth]

You got two dogs. For free.

[Seeing Bell lean, Youth gets more concerned. Bell is weak and he doesn't need to be standing.]

Put up with...

[For some reason Bell's being hurtful. But he is running a fever. Youth decides to ignore the mean and scoops up Bell with ease, tucking the blanket around his partner to make him both less able to fight and look more like a burrito.]

I am making tea. And you are going to rest. Bed or couch? It is your choice.

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[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Still had to buy you.


Yeah. [He's tired, he's grouchy, he's sick, and he's spiteful. He doesn't want to be babied. Youth is supposed to be ridiculously out of commission, not him.]

[The world spins as Youth picks him up and it takes a while for Bell to reorient himself to understand why he's seeing spots and is in Youth's arms. The blankets impede his movement.]

Wherever. Bedroom. [The windows are easy enough to open.]

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[spandexisyouth]

[The pen rests here, and then he's done writing. He'd thought Bell wanted to buy him.]

I... [Youth looks down, trying not to let Bell's attitude get to him. He's as gentle as possible as he carries Bell in. For a moment he considers his partner before tucking Bell in a little better, trying to impede movement. He knows how tempting it is to try to escape.]

I will have the tea ready in a moment.

[Before leaving the room, Youth feels Bell's forehead. It's still hot. He leaves the room and grabs a washcloth, running cool water over it before coming back in and placing it on Bell.]

If you stay still that will help.

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[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

[Youth is gentle, and, unhappy about this whole sick thing as Bell is, he has to appreciate that. His head is spinning less by the time he is placed on the bed. He wriggles a little as Youth tucks him in.]

Yeah, ok.

[Youth's hand is so nice and cool compared to Bell's own skin, and he misses the touch when it leaves. The washcloth is a welcome relief too, as much as he hates to admit it, though it only emphasizes how warm his skin is, and he shivers. ...Unfortunately, being a burrito means less arm movement, and his nose was running.]

...A tissue would be helpful.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Sure you are, Phantom.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Be nice, or I'll come over there and sneeze on you.

I'll be fine tomorrow. You overreact to disappearances and illnesses. We're not all trying to go for death records like Fred.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Ah, I'm sick too. It won't work.

[He's not sick but he is ditching work for the next few days]

Gee you must be really sick, I can't read that last line at all. Looks like jibberish.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

[Poor Genius. So like a geek, faking sick to get out of going to school and getting shoved in his locker by the bully.]

Or you're really sick. Maybe you should go to bed.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

[He's supposed to be avoiding the journals too, oops]

Nope I think it's all you.

[sting-to-death.livejournal.com]

No, you're not coming to infect all the other Guards and force me to rewrite the schedule yet another time.

[ OR MAYBE SHE JUST WANTS TO GET RID OF HIM, HMMM. ]

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Alright.
But I'll miss your sparkling personality, Lin.

[ HMMM. IT IS A MYSTERY. ]

[sting-to-death.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you'll live.