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Post by The Wonder Fox on Mar 6, 2007 20:05:02 GMT -5
A defeated sigh blew from the dark-haired one's lips as he frowned at the young one's stubbornness, setting down the small medicine bottle as he picked up the damp cloth to wipe the beads of moisture from the sweaty forehead. His frown widened when he played the youth's face back in his mind, those two words repeating over and over again.
"Ando-kun, listen to me, you have to take it if you want to get better, you'll be worse off if you-"
"Geez! Just dump the brat off in a field or something, JuuJuu! He’s getting my bed all dirty, and it's gross!"
With a strong hand from someone so small, the teal-haired kitten grabbed a corner of the bed sheets, grabbed the boy's arm, and pulled him off of the bed without any care, huffing as he began to drag him towards the front door.
"He doesn't wanna be here anyway!"
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Post by Ed-chan on Mar 13, 2007 16:38:04 GMT -5
An agitated hand clawed itself at the teal-headed boy's arms, nails attempting to dig into the skin as another hand reached up to join its sibling. He didn't want to be touched. He just wanted to crawl into his own bed and be left alone for a while.
Makoto groaned.
"Go away~..." The blue-haired one went limp, eyes closing, beads of sweat falling. "Father...?"
A fit of coughs, groaning.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Mar 14, 2007 20:01:14 GMT -5
A howl of pain rose up from the teal-haired kitten as he instantly let go of the other's arm, pulling away as he stared at the angry red marks marring his flesh. Tiny bits of tears perked up in his eyes as he tried to stop a few of the marks from bleeding; it hurt so very much.
"Owwwwww~!!! It hurts, it really hurts!"
Pain turned to anger as the Endless boy looked down at the sick kitten with a furious glower, preparing to shout some foul statement when he was shoved out of the way. Two arms gently touched the pathetic blanket-covered bundle before scooping it up into a tight hold.
The glare that had been directed at the blue-haired boy melted under the much more intense gaze of the elder male, a frightening expression that burned with fury.
"I'm taking him home," was all Juujika said as he walked out the door, his ill Sacrifice safely in his arms
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Post by Ed-chan on Mar 14, 2007 20:15:05 GMT -5
Blue eyes cracked open slightly, eyesight weak and eyes dim and glassy.
"Mom isn't home," these words were slurred and low, but still a bit understandable. "She went on a... a date." Sniffling, the boy wiped at his nose, subconsciously snuggling into his teacher for much-needed warmth. It was even colder outside; why wasn't the blanket helping?
He wanted to go home, but Mom wasn't there.
He and Father wouldn't get to go to breakfast. He had ruined everything for everyone.
But still, "I'm thirsty." Makoto murmured, another fit of coughs beginning to stir.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Mar 17, 2007 23:03:09 GMT -5
That was unfortunate news to the priest, considering how inexperienced he was in taking care of the sick. A tiny frown curved the elder male's lips, his back pushing against the front door as it slowly opened before him.
"Whaaa? Back so soon, JuuJuu?"
The shorter kitten, who was now standing directly in front of the Father, glared at him and the bundle in his arms. A long, flowing teal appendage twitched angrily as it dangled from the Endless boy's rear. He received a fiercer glower from the dark-haired man as he pushed passed and the sick child down on the small tan couch. Uttering something to the teal-headed one, the priest disappeared into the kitchen, reappearing with a glass of water and a tiny brown bottle.
"It's not like he's moving in, Ouji," he had told him, obviously getting annoyed by the cat's negative reaction, "He's just sick, and I can't take him home yet."
Handing the water-filled glass to the blue-haired child, Juujika frowned at the annoyance, trying to block out his complaints as he unscrewed the medicine bottle.
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Post by Ed-chan on Mar 17, 2007 23:31:50 GMT -5
At first, Mako's only reaction was to snatch the water away, gulping it down greedily despite the pain erupting from his sore throat. Cold things made it hurt more, yet he didn't care. He was thirsty, parched, and the liquid would maybe help him recover faster.
With a soft exhale, rubbing at his throat, the blue-haired one's frown lessened. He didn't feel quite as tired anymore, but he definitely felt sorer throat-wise.
All that changed as soon as he saw the medicine bottle.
"..." A glare. "I'm not taking that."
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Apr 4, 2007 18:56:06 GMT -5
"If you want to get better, and I assume you do, then you are taking it."
The voice was stern, leaving little room for disagreement as the priest tightened his grip on the bottle; if he had to force it down the boy's scrawny sore neck, he would do so. Placing one hand on the blue-haired one's shoulder, the dark-headed male decreased the distance between the bottle on the younger one's lips.
One of the elder male's dark brown ears flicked and twitched as Kaoru tried to force the foul-tasting medicine into the younger one's mouth.
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Post by Ed-chan on Apr 5, 2007 19:01:21 GMT -5
"Let go." The blue-haired one rasped, his voice low and full of warning. He didn't want to be touched; he couldn't stand it. Being ill made most children irritable, agitated, and Makoto was no exception. A hiss rumbled from his aching throat, ears flattened against his head and the hairs upon his short tail stiffening.
In a burst of growing stubbornness, he pressed his lips firmly together, trying to back away by arching his spine backward.
And just then another inconvenience decided to burst through the door. A white-haired, earless inconvenience known as nothing else but Junichi.
"Hey! You kids enjoyin' yer youth!?"
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Apr 9, 2007 14:34:33 GMT -5
"Not until..." the man had begun to say, having a difficult time wrestling with the younger boy, droplets of the foul-smelling medicine dotting both of them and parts of the couch. Grabbing onto one of the blue-haired kitten's wrists, the priest finally got the boy still enough to attempt to pry open those tightly clenched jaws.
Unfortunately, when the door suddenly swung open and the unwelcome visitor barged in, it caused the dark-haired one to spill the small brown bottle as the contents washed over his hands and splashed on the couch. Grumbling under his breath, the brunette looked over at the door, the beginnings of his own hiss building in his throat.
"Get out, now!"
"Juuuu~uuuun!!"
Ignoring the fact that coming into the equation would only further upset the Father, Ouji promptly flung himself onto his Fighter gleefully.
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Post by Ed-chan on Apr 17, 2007 20:47:49 GMT -5
"Ooooii, is that anyway to treat a guest? I brought you guys a gift and everything." Jun frowned, slowly removing a large, plastic sack from behind himself. Sheesh. Juujika was sooo ungrateful. Maybe it would have helped, though, if he had called first.
Nah. Juujika was just an old fart, was all.
And what was he doing to that kid? A white eyebrow raised itself as the man stared on.
"Wow. First drugs, now little kids. I guess all priests are queers."
Meanwhile, Makoto decided to make lemonade out of this very huge lemon that had dropped into his lap. Nails suddenly sharpening, he hissed ferociously, delivering a blow of sharp nails that clawed into the priest's skin.
"Get away!" And with that he attempted to wriggle his way from under Kaoru.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Apr 17, 2007 21:05:11 GMT -5
"Whee~eeee!!"
That long teal tail waved back and forth, flopping around like some fish out of water as Ouji wore an almost disgustingly cute expression. If possible, miniature hearts would be floating above his hair, hanging in the air.
However, he seemed to be the only one in this scenario that had a smile on his face. Instantly pulling back when he felt those nails claw at this skin, the priest winced again, a hand reaching up to touch the angry red marks on his face. He didn't see why he should help this ungrateful brat any longer and contemplated on simply kicking him out to progress into a flu and maybe die of pneumonia.
He pondered the thought for a few seconds, his lips twitching before he let the idea go, leaning back as he threw the empty bottle down in a fit of aggression. He wouldn't raise his voice, no, he needed to calm down.
Calm down and pray, then pray some more.
Standing up, he gave the blue-haired kitten a borderline fierce glower, his dark eyes reflecting an angered and defeated expression as he shook his head.
"Get well by yourself, Ando-kun..."
The priest then disappeared in his own room, shutting the door behind him.
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