riddle/cater shenanigans

[crimsontyrant]

specifically (eyes emoji) that little psl about them staying at NRC during break hehe

Comments

[crimsontyrant]

Riddle does not believe Cater's words for one minute, even with that smile on his face. What can he do but allow Cater to go? He's laying down. That is the least that Riddle can ask of him. He watches Cater go, waiting until he disappears up the stairs before getting to work on lunch.

It was... a process. One that required more effort than Riddle is willing to admit. He was capable of reading a recipe and following it, sure. That wasn't difficult. The difficult part was making sure he did everything exactly correct, without ruining even one step.

Cooking takes as long as one might expect, with a few hiccups. He's sure the cleanup is going to be hell, after one glance at the mess he's made of the kitchen. That could wait until after he'd gotten food in them both. Riddle places two teacups upon a tray, having prepared tea for the two of them. Then are their two bowls of food, as well as utensils. A small plate with some orange slices is placed between the bowls. Hopefully this would do just fine...

Otherwise he'd have to figure something else out.

With this all finally ready, he makes his way up the stairs, to Cater's room. Struggling holding the tray in one hand, he takes the time to knock, though does as Cater had the other night, opening the door before he so much as gets a response.

[caycay]

It's a good thing that Riddle doesn't wait for a response, because one look at Cater and it's clear he wasn't going to get one. It looks like Cater fell directly into bed as soon as he reached it, the way he's sprawled across it with his legs dangling over the edge, shoes on. The older teen is fully asleep, face red. Just as Riddle had expected, it looks like a fever has begun to truly set in.

The noise of the door and the tray does ultimately cause Cater to stir, and he groans, disoriented.

"Done already?"

It had to have only been, like, ten minutes?

[crimsontyrant]

All the proof he needed was right there, in the way Cater was out, having not even removed his shoes before flopping down into his bed. Shifting over, Riddle sets the tray down on Cater's nightstand. Moving over to where Cater's legs hang off the bed, Riddle kneels down, his hand coming up to one of his shoes.

"Yes," Riddle confirms, "It took me a bit longer than I would have liked. I apologize for the wait." 'Already' made it sound like Cater didn't seem to realize how much time had passed...

He really had gotten him sick. That much was obvious.

Careful fingers work on undoing the laces of Cater's shoe, slower than Cater himself might be. It wasn't something he was used to helping another with. More, he usually had help with his own.