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[mostly closed, some open, a Sick Boy]

Who: Junpei and friends
What: He's sick and it's stupid
When: Pretty much the day of the explosion, some others
Where: Explosion site and beyond
Warning(s): One prompt will have an attempted murder....

sick and mopey

[After his wild morning doing tons of things he shouldn't have, Junpei is... exhausted. Things not to do when you have fast-acting flu: everything he did today? He's pale and tired and looks like hell, generally speaking, but ultimately it's just a Bad Case of Flu. So he's moping now, but he's managed to find a mouth mask to at least keep his own gross germs to himself.

Really, he's just sitting on a bench as isolated as possible from the crowd, mercifully thinned after everything else this morning, and alternating between watching people pass by and checking his phone.

So the day is going great. Every so often he wordlessly points to give directions to the clinic or shake his head to refuse to move, you know, normal flu things. Just let him sit here in misery.

Or listen while he speaks, muffled:] Don't come any closer, but have you heard anything about what the hell is going on?

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[Do you... somehow...... want another wild sick boy prompt?? Do you want to visit him at home when he's finally bullied into going back??? Let me know, jojoveller etc.]

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[Alright, guilty—in the moments immediately after the explosion, Junpei is too distracted by being stuck in it and running around immediately afterward to really be reachable, if Snake hears about it and tries that quickly. But he's a good boy and he doesn't want Snake to worry, so give him like half an hour before his quick text comes:]

hey are you at home? stay away from the market district. something weird is going on.

[do not!!!!! go there!!!!]

i'm okay but i have to find out what i can, i'll see you later. i love you.

[And there's like a full line of heart emojis because he's freaked out but he's also a big loser. Please don't do anything too wild, babe.]

[The one time Snake decides not to be difficult and just call him, and it all goes to voicemail? He's a combination of worried and livid. The texts aren't any comfort, and despite Junpei's warning, he's only gotten dressed and out the door faster with this weird pet thing's head poking out of his hoodie. It's hard texting because it's so fat, but he once he's free of the thing, his texts come in quicker succession.]

Junpei where are you. You can't just keep run off after something like this

Junpei please tell me you aren't doing something stupid I don't want you to get hurt

Please call me soon. I am not at home. I love you.

[After Junpei's wild morning, he thinks... maybe... he's in trouble. He can't say he doesn't deserve Snake's increasingly irritated tone, considering, but— bad habit?

He is okay, though. Wheezy and achy, but he's alright. Enough to call this boy, anyway, especially since he didn't stay home.]

Hey, are you okay? You didn't go to the market, did you? Uh, I'm not hurt.

[Annnnd... wheeze. He's good, where are you, can they go home.]

[Junpei's probably pretty miserable over the sickness, and Snake's miserable because Junpei's probably sick. He's just sitting around that fountain they frequent, trying to keep his mind occupied on other things. He can't stop checking his phone, up until Junpei calls.]

I didn't go to the market, but I most certainly am not okay. People are getting sick, and you ran off, and... are you alright? I've been worried, and... [Wait, this isn't really the time to be about him.] I'm at our spot.

[Aww, their spot. That's cute. Junpei makes another noise, like he's coughing again but pretending he isn't, so it's kind of a weird... sound... it's stupid, he's being stupid, he'll go to the fountain.]

It's okay, Light. [look he even remembered to use the Real Name all by himself] I'm okay, so just— just calm down, alright? I'll be there soon.

[But he'll stay on the line and mumble about people being in his way on the way there, so Snake doesn't just sit there with no indication of where Junpei actually is. Someone hands him a surgical mask thinking he's not one of the sick at some point, but those work both ways, so good enough... He'll just sound a litlte muffled when he finally arrives at the gay fountain.] ...Uh, hey.

[......ok now he hangs up the phone]

[He remembered to say his real name... That's really sweet. It's enough to make him keep his mouth shut about how sick Junpei sounds while they're still on the phone, so instead just quietly sitting on this bench and trying to stop bouncing his leg. It's not really working out. He's so sick.

But it only takes him a few seconds to realize why Junpei sounds so muffled when he arrives, so moves to pull him into a tight hug without missing a beat. The fact he's wearing a mask doesn't really mean he's 100% safe, but honestly? He'd probably have done this anyway.]

Don't do that again, Junpei.

[Oh—okay, hugs. Junpei has enough time to stick his phone in his pocket before he gets smothered with this hug, but he's not complaining. Well,]

You're gonna get sick like this... [Does it stop Junpei from wrapping his arms around Snake in turn? No, because his mask is definitely 100% all the sickness protection he needs, duh. But mostly he had a rough day and he needs this good hug to feel a little less shitty. He's tired and sick but at least Snake is still okay...!]

I, well... I'm sorry. I should've called sooner, or... [Not been a dingus about it? Ignore that and hold him.]

Then I'll get sick. [As unappealing as that sounds... Snake clenches a fist around the back of Junpei's shirt, like letting go of him means he's going to lose track of him again. In hindsight, he should have been spending all this time trying to find medicine, or something to make him feel better at home. He was just so worried he was going to go off and get himself kidnapped or something. That tends to happen.]

You should have stopped trying to play the hero when you're also in danger. [This hug is still going... He's not ready to move yet, let him have this.] How do things look? How do you feel? Should we be going home...?

Hey— [Don't get sick for him!! Junpei sighs into his dumb mask, leaning his cheek against Snake's shoulder and accpeting his scolding. There's a protest in him about playing the hero and how he doesn't do that anymore, but it feels pointless now that he's... definitely been doing that.

Guilty? Shush. He doesn't want to move from this hug either, so give it another minute. He coughs, but like, a small one.]

I feel like someone ran over my head. [Sooo...] Let's go home... and stay home.

[do not danger]

I'll hold you to that. Staying home.

[He sighs, because now he has to withdraw from this hug. There's a greater discomfort in having Junpei lead them home after all that he's been through, greater than the usual times he's just allowed it. It makes him thread their fingers tighter, and has him walking faster to keep alongside him rather than trail behind.]

You need only worry about resting.

[Junpei might be too sick at the moment to notice Snake's fussing about getting them home. Once he'd stopped moving the symptoms finally caught up with him and it really was a little like being hit by a truck—he aches all over and his head feels like it's full of cotton. Sharp cotton, on fire.

So he could be paying more attention. Instead he just grips Snake's hand as he half-leads, half-follows the way home.]

I'm worried about you... Just stay with me, okay?

[Like he has to ask... No more wandering off to fountains, boy.]

Don't- [Snake sighs, but reins in his irritation so he doesn't snap at him. Now's not the time to pick a argument over something that's meant to be endearing... even if Junpei weren't sick, it'd be stupid.]

You don't... need to worry about me, Junpei. Alright? Nothing has happened to me because I left home. [He's fine... He didn't even get lost. He's starting to get a hang of this route, but he'll slow when they reach housing.] Are you certain we don't need to pick anything up for you?

[Is it so far-fetched for Junpei to wonder if the people he loves will just up and die somehow if he isn't there to do something about it?? Is it???? He gets kidnapped, people around him just die, it happens.]

Uh—do we have painkillers at home...? You should get one of these, too. [Like an actual, certified genius, he decides that the best way to indicate his surgical mask is not to say "a fucking mask," but to snap the elastic so it makes a sound. Rather, he snaps a goddamn elastic against his face and punctuates it with a tiny "ow."

So he's functioning about as well as normal, actually.]

[Snake tries his best not to smile— No, he makes no effort not to laugh at Junpei's dumb attempt to tell him. He could have just said a mask? He's an idiot.]

I don't think that will be necessary, but I'll try to find one. I don't think we have anything in the cabinets but... [shut up] We don't have painkillers. Why don't you go and take a shower? I'll be back before you know it.

[hey where the FUCK did snake stash the lube, one of them can actually see it]

Are you sure? [He's doing it again, worrying. Now taking a moment to pause and rub at the new stupid mark he's made on his face from the mask, he doesn't want Snake to go out and potentially get bombed. Just one bomb? Seems fake.]

I... I can shower fast. [lock him up]

[Oh... sweet boy. Snake pulls his hand from his to reach up and brush his hair back, seeing as he can't just smooch him to make this better.]

I'll be just fine, dear. You won't feel any better if you rush it. I'm just going to find medicine, then I'll come straight home.

[unlike some people who wander around for hours]

[Nooo... ugggh. Fine.]

Okay—okay, I'll shower at normal speed. Maybe you'll make it home before I'm done.

[If he weren't sick this would be cute, but actually come home asap. He'll be doing his best not to pass out in the shower, meanwhile.]

I will make it home before you're done. [He says, offering a smile. Cheer up!!] And we'll watch something over dinner. Now go on, get some rest.

[Spoiler alert: He didn't make it home before he was done, and if he was texted, he just sent "brb" back. A blind dude in a crowd of people rushing to get medicine isn't the best scene, but to add onto it, he doesn't just get painkillers. He takes about two hours to get fantasy tylenol, a box of tissues, a new blanket, masks, more hand santizier... more soup, tea, the list goes on. If they aren't leaving, he has to get everything at once? It's fine.

Still, he makes up for taking forever with carrying like 3 different bags on each arm when he comes home. Look at him, he did it all by himself? For once?] Junpei? Are you still awake?

[This sweet boy, trying his best. Junpei manages to stay at home and shower and not worry himself to death, but he comes pretty close to that last one. It's not nearly two hours that he needs to shower, so he just sits on the couch and frets while he continues to feel sicker and sicker. It's... gross!!

When Snake actually gets home, Junpei is in the middle of nodding off, but he's immediately trying to get up out of this one blanket he's cocooned himself in. He's wobbling.]

I'm- whoa- I'm here. Are you— [help he is STUCK in this BLANKET] I'm over here. You were gone for hours.

[No, stay in the blanket!! Snake drags all these bags over to drop by the couch so he can gently push him back down, like getting up and helping is going to make things worse. It might? He doesn't want his sick hands all over this stuff.]

I think hours is exaggerating... Here, hold still. [He ducks back behind the couch and... tada! He drops another blanket on him. This is how he's locking him up.] Do you want water or tea for the pills?

[No, he's making a valiant effort, let him try. At least until he gets another blanket thrown on him, that stops him from wiggling out of his fuzzy prison... for now. The escape effort makes him cough and he slouches down under the new blanket with a groan of defeat.]

Water. [Give him medicine super fast, thanks.] Did anything happen out there? ...Anything else?

Not that I know of, no. There is talk on the streets, but I thought it best to come home.

[He missed out on those Hot Deets just for the sick boyfriend. Snake leans to tousle his hair before he moves to the kitchen, pulling out two identical glasses for the water. He is blind... but this is also a dumb move.]

Are you feeling any better? [Hey... he's showing up with the pills and the water, sit up so he can sit down.] Or... worse.

[Junpei hums noncommittally about these lost deets... someone else will have to regale him eventually, or he'll decide fuck that shit and not talk to anyone outside Snake and his 3 teen friends for like, 2 weeks.

Whichever. He manages to sit himself up properly and scoot so Snake can sit down. Don't touch his sick face but when can he get a hug up in here? Please.]

Just... sick. Could be worse, I guess.

You're right. You could be without me.

[Because he's so good... he holds out the medicine and glass for Junpei to take, then after, carefully puts an arm around him with their blanket barrier. Come here and lean on him, sick boy.]

It can't be anything worse than the flu... You'll be alright.

[Hmm yes, he's so good. The best. Junpei doesn't even sass him because he totally agrees, scooting right back over to lean against him. Then, once he's cozy, he will take his medicine like a good boy.]

...Yeah. [Like, it's bio terrorism, and the last time he fucked with that shit it wound up being a bizarre time lapse/suicide combo disease - but this one just feels like the flu, so he isn't going to freak Snake out unless something starts to feel wrong.] Until then, you get to take care of me. Lucky you.

[love him]

[mostly closed, some open, a Sick Boy]

snake / payoff

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