#asfkjasghlhag okay sorry this was in my head and wouldn't go away lmao
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all-cursed · 4 years ago
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@revnnt​ sent in a meme for a kiss -- 11. a forehead kiss
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      it wasn’t like clara to miss a set meeting. the two of them had planned to talk about information she had received from her ‘person on the inside’ on friday, and once SUNDAY arrived without any s i g n of clara, bobo had decided to take matters into his own hands. at first, his guess was that she had been found out - that the earp heir or one of the feds had somehow connected her to something and LOCKED her away.
      the police department had been second on his list of places to visit however; first, he decided to check where she lived, in case they had gotten to her there. they hadn’t, but bobo did find her; r a d i a t i n g HEAT from what could only be a terrible fever.
      he wasn’t a doctor. but it wasn’t as though he could take her to the town’s doctor, and the so-called ‘doctors’ in the trailer camp weren’t exactly educated in... well, ANYTHING. it was thus how he rationalised himself p e r i o d i c a l l y coming to check on clara. uanble to be away from the trailer park long without rousing SUSPICION, bobo had fallen into the habit of coming in the dead of night to at least attempt to make sure his (friend) business partner stayed hydrated and fed.
      LATE one night, bobo awakened from having d o z e d off at the kitchen table. something - a sound - must have roused him, and he moved to check in on clara. she was twisting around beneath her blankets, seemingly in the throes of a NIGHTMARE, or perhaps the fever was finally breaking. either way, bleary-eyed and moving almost on auto pilot, bobo reached out and gently pushed down on her shoulders until she stopped moving quite so sporadically. head tilted downward, and he pressed a brief kiss to the other’s forehead. when he spoke, it was a low, drowsy half-mumble. “just a dream.”
      he r o s e to his feet just long enough to retrieve the kitchen chair and move it to the corner of clara’s room, a yard or so away from the bed. still tired himself, he settled into it, leaning back, eyelids HEAVY. 
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