FAINT CHUCKLE POURS past pale lips ; YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT . he must . the sickness that has it’s claws in the hybrid had him laid up for a week with an unhealthy schedule of sleep . even out of bed a blanket is found TIED AROUND THIN SHOULDERS , a desperate attempt to stay warm in such dire time .
HOT DRINKS & FREQUENT SNACKS were a regular when he became ill , but the ‘ transformation ‘ leaves HALF an option . HOT DRINKS . . . coffee , of course . but his DROWSINESS , the drink just adds JITTERS atop it . IT’S ANYTHING BUT FUN .
“ i’m just sick . it’s nothing , really . you get sick , right ? “ EVERYONE GETS SICK . ghouls do too , right ? in truth the thought never crossed his mind before . maybe they live without sicknesses .
Touka rose an eyebrow when he chuckled, tilting her head ever so slightly as she watched him. Why the hell was he laughing? She was serious. He looked like death would knock on his door any second, and if she was honest, she was a bit worried, not that she showed her worry very well.
“Get your ass to bed then,” Touka told him with a stern voice as well as a pointed look. “Of course I get sick. Everyone gets sick, just not as bad as humans.” It was rare, but it’d happened to her before. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll get it for you, otherwise, keep your ass in bed, so you don’t get sicker.”
Touka went to wave him away, though turned once more. “Oh, and answer your damn phone. Your friend has been blowing up MY phone because YOU won’t answer.”