@Fraust
"It'd better be… I'll check my temperature later and I'll text you." Rowan shook his head a bit in distaste and wrapped the blankets tighter around himself.
"It'd better be… I'll check my temperature later and I'll text you." Rowan shook his head a bit in distaste and wrapped the blankets tighter around himself.
“Sounds good, yeah. If you are sick, though- make sure it’s contagious, ‘cause I really don’t wanna go to school tomorrow.” Damien joked with a laugh.
"Mm… You can lie and say it is if you really want, but then you can't come visit my sorry ass." Rowan closed his eyes.
“Shit, yeah.. hm. I mean, there’s always FaceTime, right?” Damien thought for a second, still leaning on Rowan. “Would that work?”
"Yeah, I guess that works." Rowan shrugged. "As long as I'm not stuck here all by my lonesome all day."
“Yeah. At least you got Milo, man! I think Ginger only goes in my room to hunt for empty food wrappers ‘n shit.” He laughed again, his face lit up with a sort of humor.
"Mhmm… can't really talk to Milo, though." Rowan looked over at the sleepy golden retriever mix. "Wish I could. I bet he'd say some cute shit."
“True.. I mean, like- you could? Technically?” Damien grinned at Rowan’s sentence. “Fuckin’ adorable shit. Love the guy.”
"Well, I could talk at him. He's not gonna fucking respond." Rowan smiled softly as he kept watching Milo. "I'd die for him."
“I mean.. yeah.” Damien laughed at that, reaching over to gentle pat the sleepy dog. “No homo, but, like.. if Milo was a dude? I’d probably marry him.”
"Ummm? Yes homo I'd marry Milo if he was human. Fuckin'… call me gay all you want, but that's a fine piece of man right there. He'd treat me right."
“Bro.. not gonna lie, bro, that’s kinda gay!” Damien put on his best frat boy impression for that, and honestly, it was scarily good. “Dude, Milo would be such a fuckin’ breadwinner. You just know he’s got that 401K.”
Rowan snickered a bit. "Damn right he would. All the ladies would want him, but he's faithful to his man." He gestured to himself, grinning.
Damien snorted out a laugh, finally getting off of Rowan. “He’s like.. the husband.”
"Ideal husband. Where are you going?" Rowan asked, starting to shiver again.
“Oh- yeah, I was just getting up ‘cus I realized that I have super bony shoulders and they were probably digging into you. Also, my neck hurts.” Damien complained a little, rubbing the base of his neck. “Think I slept on it weird, y’know?”
"But I'm still coooold…" Rowan whined, shifting to cuddle up with Milo instead. "Milo loves me more than you do…"
“Uh- that’s literally impossible, Ro.” Damien huffed, only partially joking. “But some of us need to keep in mind our fuckin’ spines, man. I think you’re forgetting that some of us had scoliosis as kids.”
"I don't remember your fucking scoliosis being a proper excuse to not cuddle with the homies." Rowan scoffed, mock offended.
“Fuck, dude, then c’mere!” Damien patted his chest and held out his arms, essentially inviting Rowan to cuddle with him again. “If it comes back, though, I blame you.”
"I'll break your fucking back and you'll still cuddle." Rowan crawled onto Damien again and clung to him for warmth.
“..Yeah, you’re probably right.” Damien nodded with another short laugh. He draped the blankets over the both of them, moving so that he was essentially laying down- much more comfortable.
Rowan lay his head on Damien's chest and closed his eyes, seeming comfortable and peaceful for the time being.
Damien already had one hand at the base of Rowan’s head, slipping through his hair. “You gonna fall asleep or something?”
"Mmmmm… fuck off…" He mumbled weakly, relaxing more when Damien started petting him again. "I'm fine…"
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