[ So instead of being under a blanket, Sasara has apparently decided he'd rather be one himself. He's lucky Rei is too incapacitated to complain. Honestly its sort of funny to see them both flopped out on the couch like this, and its easier to keep an eye on them if they're both together, but Rosho won't risk having all their magic in one place that can go berserk at any moment. They're like a ticking timebomb, and his tomatoes were enough of a casualty. ]

Being sick is making a mess of your magic, both of ya. Its better to keep the two of ya separated. I'm not gonna risk more damages in our house.

[ He could do this the hard way but instead Rosho decides he's just going to have to be more manipulative than that. ]

Lets go. I'll make a hot chocolate, just for you, okay? [ A tea would be better for Sasara but bribing him with sweets is more of a guarantee. And if that doesn't work out...

Rosho leans down, brushing aside sweaty bangs over Sasara's forehead. He can feel the heat far too warm against his palm. He can't remember ever seeing Sasara sick, let alone like this. Just the way he doesn't look like himself when he's depressed from the rain, being sick doesn't suit him either.

'I wish I could do something to make you better.'

As he pushes his hair back he plants a kiss right there on the spot. ]