The door closes with a bump of your hip and toss your keys into the bowl. The mumble of the television carries through the hall, marked by the sudden, shaky sound of a cough. You slip off your shoes and walk into the living room, knowing he'll be exactly where you left him.
Kuroo is the epitome of pathetic. Dressed in only his pj pants, he's sprawled across the couch, limbs limply hanging over the sides. Used tissues are scattered on his chest and another one is stuffed into his chapped nose; it bobs as he turns to you and sighs.
"Hey, sicky." You muss his hair before dotting a kiss against his forehead. "How are you feeling?"
"Awful. Horrible." Kuroo's voice is starting to come back, but it's still mostly scratches and jumps. "Worse than death."
It's the flu - he'll be fine in a couple of days. "Poor thing."
"Yeah, I am a poor thing." Kuroo clutches your hands with the voracity of a dying Dicken's character. "I'm supposed to be in America right now. America, baby. The home of deep-fried twinkies."
You do feel a little bad; he was really looking forward to this work trip, but his company didn't want to put a sick man on a plane.
"There'll be other trips," you try, "And other unhealthy smacks."
"Sigh." He says the actual word. "Sigh. And it's so boring here without you. I cleaned the fridge so I didn't die of boredom."
You go to coo again, then pause.
"Wait, really?" You had been putting that off longer than you'd like to admit.
"Yeah, I did the whole kitchen." He sighs again. "And the bathroom."
"The whole bathroom?"
"Even the floor."
Oh. Your heart flutters a bit. You had been lamenting over having to scrub the floor. Kuroo is a good partner, but he's never been one to clean on his own volition. Hell, you can barely get him to pick his laundry off of the floor. The fact that he cleaned without being asked...
You're a little giddy over it.
"Would taking a bath in our clean bathroom make you feel better?" You push his bangs to the side and watch them bounce back.
"I already took a shower today."
Your fingers trail down to his neck. "Would taking a bath with me make you feel better?"
"Are you horny right now?" He points to the tissue jammed into his nostril. "Really?"
"I'm a simple woman: you clean my house and my pussy gets wet."
He barks out a laugh, only to cut himself off with a wheezing coughing fit. When he finally catches his breath, his poor little eyes are red rimmed and wet.
"I'm too sick to give you a good performance."
You debate kissing him, then think better of it.
"Don't worry," you say, "I'll do the work."
Kuroo cackles softer this time, toothy grin biting into his lower lip.
"Can we do that thing you never let me do?"
"Let's see how clean the bathroom is - then, we'll talk."
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Was gonna post this an hour earlier but my camera was having some wweeeiiirrrddd issues
None the less, i have more traditional Rays that were on the backburner for 3 or so days
The og camera malfunction image is past the keep reading bar :D
Here's the og image i took, it's horrid to say the least...you cant even see the iridescent coating on the star stickers 😔
Now it's time to butcher Bullfrog (by drawing him of course), i can't draw amphibians well
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