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Twenty-sixth Lotus

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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...I'll try and be patient, then...

mm hmm... [Things, like working for Stoneface, or cleaning around the house, or playing with Lotus. Or television or books. Anything not related to taking care of a sick pervert. The blankets felt nice, and right now, he didn't feel too warm. He dragged Youth's arm over to him, holding, almost hugging his arm as he tried to rest.] ...m'kay.

[After a few moments, he did think of a request.] More tissues. I'd say your plush, but ...I think Lotus has it. [Right now, at least, Bell had the real one to hold onto.]

Good.

[He'd carried out his shift this morning properly, and he would have another shift tomorrow. Books and television were far from as important as Bell. If Lotus needed or wanted him Youth would check on his son, but right now he could be here. Youth embraced Bell with the arm and cuddled his partner before nodding. Half-sitting-up, he grabbed the tissue box and tucked it next to Bell.]

I think that he does too. Yours is... [There was a pause and a goofy, awkward look on Youth's face.] Between the bed and the wall. When you were gone...

[But Youth might want time for himself. After all, Bell took time for himself in abundance, particularly for reading, so he thought he would offer the chance to do the same. Youth was, after all, a busy man. Many people wanted a piece of his time. With his tissues now close by, Bell could now somewhat better not-"cuddle" cuddle with Youth.]

[Bell raised a brow and kind of glanced in the direction Youth means, though it's too much of a headache to really look. His voice was genuinely curious and confused, not at all hinting at what Youth might have been doing with the plush to cause that.] uh...how'd it get there?

[Youth wasn't a loner. Youth liked being around people, talking, hanging out, enjoying nature, doing. He wasn't often found just sitting around unless he knew that someone was coming by. Time, Youth felt, was meant to be shared.]

I was sleeping with it. [He really hoped this wasn't when Bell decided he was too sappy and pulled away.] After Lotus fell asleep I would pull it out and before he woke up it would get tucked back away.

[Maybe Bell just expected to be told 'I need my space' someday and be closed out, however open Youth seemed now. People got...tired of being around other people sometimes, especially someone in their life, without doing much for them, as much as Bell was in Youth's.]

Ah. [He was starting to drift off, and his voice was slowing with sleepiness more than before. He didn't surrender Youth's arm, though. He needed something to sleep with.] ...going to start stashing me between the bed and the wall...so the kid doesn't know?

[Bell was pretty much stuck. Youth was a little like a barnacle. Give him something to latch on to, to believe in, to care about, and he was invested. And any aloofness on Bell's fault not only made him seem all the more familiar and important, but reinforced that he was a challenge.]

No. I am keeping you. And Lotus knows. [He reached up with his unclaimed arm, gently stroking Bell's hair as his partner drifted off.] I am not ashamed of being with you.

[So even if Bell wanted to get rid of him, attempts to push Youth away would only make him hold tighter at this point. Bell was stuck, wasn't he.]

...oh, good... [Bell kind of liked being kept... He was getting comfortable in bed now when he broke into a coughing fit again. After catching his breath, Bell settled back in with a new tissue in hand, his eyelids feeling even heavier.] ...Probably should be...pervert.

[Yep. He should have roomed with someone easier to get rid of. Granted, if he really wanted to get rid of Youth, cruel words and actions could do the trick. But since Bell likely didn't want to resort to that, he was stuck.]

[His embrace tightened slightly around Bell as he coughed, trying to give support.] It is too late to be concerned about that. Even if it worried me, which it does not. I love you.

[He could have gotten rid of Youth a long time ago, back when they had first discussed it. It was too difficult then, and still too much work, to go about looking for a new roommate. He was stuck. Bell supposed he would just have to...learn to live with it.]

[Bell didn't feel he needed the support but...it was nice to have, if he was honest with himself, if he didn't worry too much about seeming weak.] ...I see. [A yawn, which ended in a short cough and a clearing of his throat. His words were fading off.] Ok, then.

[If it was too difficult back before he'd promised Youth he'd be Youth's challenge, it would be way too difficult now.]

[Even if Bell was weak, Youth would never hold it against him.] Sleep well. [He really didn't expect a sentimental response. That wasn't Bell. Youth kissed the back of Bell's head and settled in, content and watchful.]

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