riddle/cater shenanigans

[crimsontyrant]

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

Comments

[caycay]

With a huff of a laugh, Cater sweeps out of the room. It doesn't take him too long to clean up, and downing a quick bowl of porridge for himself before he puts what's left in the fridge doesn't take much longer. It gives him a few minutes to clear his head from all of that...whatever that was.

Once he feels more grounded, he returns to Riddle's bedroom, helping himself to sliding in under the covers. If he's going to be hanging out, he's going to do so at max comfy! This time, he has his phone handy, and he's ready to get to mindless scrolling while Riddle rests away.

[crimsontyrant]

By the time Cater's back, regardless of whether it's only a few minutes or several too many, Riddle finds himself already dozing, comfortable under his warm, clean covers. He hadn't quite fallen asleep though, and when Cater slips under the covers, the smaller teen shifts to roll over on his side, his breathing coming out in small huffs.

He felt like shit and, in his mind a little selfishly, wanted to curl up against Cater. His arm slips around the older teen's waist, his cheek pressing against Cater's chest easily, his eyes squeezed shut. It wasn't that he was doing worse-- well, maybe a little, but that was just the way that illnesses like this went, with its ups and downs.

His hand tangles against the fabric of Cater's shirt, head turning to let him bury his face against him. "Ugh..." He mutters, his brow furrowed, body shaking slightly. "... hate being sick." The housewarden adds on, somewhat stubbornly, as if wishing he could do something to wipe it away in an instant.