The tomatoes would just have to bear with it; Sasara accepts. Or would, but Rosho is cutting an almost unbeatable deal. No no, not the hot chocolate. His hand on Sasara's forehead, in a way that even a feverish mind is spurred to think of more than enduring this malaise, is a whisper of a different comfort. The kiss on his forehead even a little more.
In fact... as soon as Rosho pulls back from it just a bit, it's like that sickness-fog that's been hanging around Sasara's head lifts. Like someone's pulled the curtains back from the windows in the morning noon and he's feeling more awake.
Now, sorting himself out means callously shoving another knee or elbow in Rei's side or front or back. 〕
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The tomatoes would just have to bear with it; Sasara accepts. Or would, but Rosho is cutting an almost unbeatable deal. No no, not the hot chocolate. His hand on Sasara's forehead, in a way that even a feverish mind is spurred to think of more than enduring this malaise, is a whisper of a different comfort. The kiss on his forehead even a little more.
In fact... as soon as Rosho pulls back from it just a bit, it's like that sickness-fog that's been hanging around Sasara's head lifts. Like someone's pulled the curtains back from the windows in the morning
noonand he's feeling more awake.Now, sorting himself out means callously shoving another knee or elbow in Rei's side or front or back. 〕
A-ah...! I feel better all of a sudden, ya know!