walks into Yao's house without knocking. Muttering a "sorry for the intrusion," he takes off his shoes and makes his way towards the bedroom
((a route he'll soon be familiar with- /SHOT))
, his homemade Miso soup in hand. He pauses when he sees the sign on the door. He makes sure no one is around before he allows himself
a small smile and raises his hand to knock on the door. "N-Yao? May I come in?"
makes a half-hearted attempt to turn over and look at the door, but he cracks a small smile when he hears the voice, "Kiku? Yes, come in,
come in." He rolls himself onto his back and pushes himself into a sitting position (slowly, of course; he's still rather groggy).
pushes the door open with only a little hesitance and steps inside, closing it behind him out of habit. He gives a slight bow and crosses
the room to sit on the edge of China's bed, holding the miso soup in his lap. "How are you feeling?" He asks quietly, reaching up to brush a
stray hair out of the other man's face.
closes his eyes when he does, the tiniest traces of a pout crossing his face. "I'm dying," he half-mumbles.
((...I love you. |D ))
((By the way, I'm assuming Kiku knows it's just food poisoning, yeah?))
((Pesticide poisoning! But yes |D))
((FOOD POISONING DOESN'T CAUSE CANCER--okay I'm done))
((Oh, right, sorry! I shan't forget again!))
resists the urge to roll his eyes and tucks the strand of hair behind the man's ear. "I made some miso soup just for Yao. Would you like
some?" He asks, not quite managing to keep the smile out of his voice. He didn't find a grown man cute...he didn't find a grown man cute...
((I'M FUCKING ADORABLE SHUT IT))
((KIKU IS JUST IN DENIAL. OVERLOAD HIS SENSE WITH CUTE. YOU CAN DO IT.))
((NO, I HAVE TO BREAK HIS BRAIN, SORRY... XD))
((WELL, IF YOU MUST...))
lights up when he sees the soup, and he smiles at the thought that he made it for him. But it fades a little and he closes his eyes. "I'm
really not hungry..."
frowns a little. "You need to eat if you want to get better. Isn't that what you always used to tell me when I was sick?"
widens his smile again, though it's obviously forced and a little awkward. "I don't think I can eat..."
sighs and puts the miso soup on the nightstand, his face carefully neutral. "Do you have a fever?" He leans his own forehead against Yao's.
goes red from the sudden closeness, but manages to process the question. "Maybe..." He closes his eyes again to avoid awkward eye contact...
stays there for a moment, thinking. "It's very slight, but...you do have a fever," he says, pulling back a little. "I'll go get you a cool
cloth, okay?" He says, leaning foward again and kissing the other man's forehead before walking out of the room.
goes more red and just nods, waiting until Japan's gone to inwardly chastise himself for getting so nervous. He's far too old and mature for
this kind of behavior...! (He thinks while sitting in bed with his Hello Kitty doll.) But thinking about it is making his head hurt more, so
he just groans and sinks back down into the covers.
returns shortly with a cool, damp cloth in his hand. He sits down next to the other man again and presses the cloth to China's forehead.
Kiku watches him for a moment, smiling with his eyes. "Does that feel any better?"
closes his eyes and just takes in the feeling, though his face is burning again. He just nods in answer, determinedly keeping his eyes
closed to avoid any further awkwardness.
actually cracks a smile at the sight before him. He bends foward and gives Yao another kiss, this time on the cheek. "You're so cute..." He
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softly.
sinks further into the bed, torn between basking in it and objecting--but he does finally look at him, SO proving he's not a stupid blushing
girl. "I'm sick; I'm allowed to be like this..."
leans foward even more, until he's almost laying next to China in the bed. He laughs one of the first genuine laughs he's had in a long
time. "Yes," he says, shifting his weight so he wouldn't fall off the bed. "But when you are like this, you are very..." he stops and
stares at Yao, cupping the man's cheek with his hand. He smiles softly, the expression unfamiliar to his face.
just...*stares* at him, unable to keep himself from doing so, as a little smile slowly creeps onto his own face. He's still terribly red,
but his attention draws away from how awkward and embarrassed he feels to how *nice* it is to see Kiku looking so pleased, so *comfortable*.
He vaguely realizes that that's what he hasn't seen in Kiku these days: he hasn't been truly comfortable in the presence of others for so
long. It seems that the more time they spend together, the more glimpses he gets of this, and the thought that he's what's brining that out
in him makes him unable to keep from smiling. He won't tell him this much, though; bringing it to his attention may only make him
self-conscious. And, well, he *doesn't* feel well, so he just leans into the other's hand with a quiet grunt, and sinks ever-so-slightly
closer to the other body on his bed.
((I LOVE YOU AND YAO AND...AND...GAH, SO MUCH HAPPY FLAILING RIGHT NOW, I DON'T EVEN...I'M GOING TO WAKE EVERYONE UP, BUT HNNNNNG))
Kiku's smile fades into a content expression and finally swings his legs over the edge of the bed to lie next to Yao. "May I...stay here
until you're feeling better?" He asks, staring up at the ceiling.
nods and shuffles closer to him. He knows this means he won't be resting as much as he should be, but he's okay with that. It doesn't take
long, though, for him to go back to whining; he heaves a heavy sigh and mumbles, "My head hurts..."
wraps an arm around him and presses a chaste kiss to his temple. "I'll take care of you," he says, giving China a light squeeze. "You'll get
better soon, I promise."
makes an incoherent noise, his attempt to acknowledge this without further embarrassing himself, and he slowly turns on his side to curl up
against the other. Maybe being sick isn't so bad, if it makes Kiku act like this...
rubs the other man's back and sighs in contentment. This was what he'd wanted. It felt nice...