Unluckily, and not surprisingly, Shinichi had caught whatever bug that had struck the great Kaitou Kid down a few days later. Unlike with Kaito, though, they were the one's who seemed to notice the impending illness first as Shinichi slowly got more listless. They'd feared a relapse into depression, until he'd started sniffling and going for the Kleenexes and handkerchiefs more often. He had gotten quieter and quieter as the day went on, pushing himself until Kaito and Saguru had seen enough and forced him to go home.
The sad, miserable, 'I feel like hell' look he'd cast them had been enough to make the two of them decide to stay at Kudou Manor. He always did manage to pull off abandoned puppy look far better than even Kaito. It turned out that, when sick, Shinichi had a penchant for cuddling up, and the three of them had– Despite Saguru's protests. –spent the entire time curled together in a pile with Shinichi sandwiched between the two of them, one arm wrapped around Saguru's waist, and his head buried against his chest while Kaito rested against his back.
All of which lead to now, a now where, of course, Saguru was sick, of course, he felt like hell, couldn't breathe past the mucous clogging his sinuses, and the tickle in his throat made him clear it twenty times a second lest he start coughing, of course, his head was full of fuzz, and he couldn't think faster than a snails pace.
Saguru sent an acidic, muzzy, glare toward the near identical duo at the foot of his bead. One of them was standing, the other one was perched on the edge. He couldn't really tell which was which at this point. He seemed incapable of the proper focus, and it all seemed the same to him.
“...” he attempted to croak, but he'd been unlucky enough to lose his voice. He had wanted to tell them both to get lost and leave him to his miserable death by virus and boredom, but it didn't seem to be working. Honestly, he had a feeling it was the latter that was really getting to him.
“He just keeps glaring,” he heard Kaito muse.
Shinichi, still not exactly over his bout with the rampant plague Kaito had let loose on them, coughed in reply.
“Maybe this will help?” Kaito wondered, then preceded to shove Shinichi flat on his back on Saguru's bed, crawled over him, and attempt to remove his tonsils. Saguru chose to kick the pair as best he could, tangled in his blankets as his feet were, because, for one, that was not fair, and for another no that was not helping.
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Date: 2010-02-04 07:23 am (UTC)The sad, miserable, 'I feel like hell' look he'd cast them had been enough to make the two of them decide to stay at Kudou Manor. He always did manage to pull off abandoned puppy look far better than even Kaito. It turned out that, when sick, Shinichi had a penchant for cuddling up, and the three of them had– Despite Saguru's protests. –spent the entire time curled together in a pile with Shinichi sandwiched between the two of them, one arm wrapped around Saguru's waist, and his head buried against his chest while Kaito rested against his back.
All of which lead to now, a now where, of course, Saguru was sick, of course, he felt like hell, couldn't breathe past the mucous clogging his sinuses, and the tickle in his throat made him clear it twenty times a second lest he start coughing, of course, his head was full of fuzz, and he couldn't think faster than a snails pace.
Saguru sent an acidic, muzzy, glare toward the near identical duo at the foot of his bead. One of them was standing, the other one was perched on the edge. He couldn't really tell which was which at this point. He seemed incapable of the proper focus, and it all seemed the same to him.
“...” he attempted to croak, but he'd been unlucky enough to lose his voice. He had wanted to tell them both to get lost and leave him to his miserable death by virus and boredom, but it didn't seem to be working. Honestly, he had a feeling it was the latter that was really getting to him.
“He just keeps glaring,” he heard Kaito muse.
Shinichi, still not exactly over his bout with the rampant plague Kaito had let loose on them, coughed in reply.
“Maybe this will help?” Kaito wondered, then preceded to shove Shinichi flat on his back on Saguru's bed, crawled over him, and attempt to remove his tonsils. Saguru chose to kick the pair as best he could, tangled in his blankets as his feet were, because, for one, that was not fair, and for another no that was not helping.
Damn it, why did he like the pair of them again?!