[Keith has approximately four friends, not including other paladins, on any given day. When the explosion hits the marketplace, it'd be easy for him to quickly check in on all four people. Except that he's gotta overreact (debatable)/lose his shit, fling himself into danger and forcibly require some downtime before it occurs to him to check on people aside from the obvious.
[ That's a surprising offer, since Keith hadn't seemed particularly keen to hang out with him before, nor did he strike JJ as particularly... maternal....... ]
yeah that'd be nice [ Might as well be honest!! ] you're not worried about getting sick?
i live in [ insert address here bc i'm too lazy to look up his house number ] are you going to make me wear a mask? breathing is annoying enough without having it all trapped up behind a mask
He's just gonna head on over to JJ's place. Maybe he's extra-unbothered because Allura had been infected and he's been unaffected thus far. Maybe he's just too lazy to fish out his handkerchief from wherever.
Or maybe he thinks it's just in bad form? Maybe he's just made a habit out off nettling JJ over inconsequential things. The point is that he's at his door sans any protection ;), though he doesn't knock immediately...
Maybe he should've brought soup? Medicine? He's sure there's some of that healing potion back in the bathroom cupboard, but it's..oldish.
Alright, he's knocking. Rhythmically. Three or so times. Being a caretaker is already hard.]
[ He shows up, and doesn't even bring medicine or soup. How does Keith even plan to help JJ? With his adorable smile?
Regardless, the jury remains out on what kind of caretaker Keith is going to be, though JJ seems happy enough to see him when he answers the door. There's a smile on his lips, the only part of him that doesn't look monstrous: all sweaty hair, stuffed nose, blotchy red skin. He's got his blanket wrapped around him, through his bare legs are visible. He'd been oscillating between too hot and too cold, and found the easiest way to deal with the fluctuating temperature was to pile blankets on while keeping nude aside from his boxers.
It doesn't matter, he's sick and he's allowed to be a slob if he wants.
Too bad for Keith, when JJ perks up upon seeing him and responds by drawing him into a too warm hug, blanket and all. ]
Hey.
[ His voice is a little lower, a little rougher when he speaks, drawing away soon enough to shuffle back into his apartment and head straight back to bed. Just the journey from his room to the door was enough to tire him. ]
Furthemore, he's having trouble reciprocating that hug. Not because he's sick and mushy (and nakedish?!), but because he's got a blanket cocooned around him and it presents a challenge.
[He's got a pre-loaded response for whatever response that reaps. He'll step in in the meantime, properly, close the door behind him. Hesitantly trek after him...]
[ He doesn't bother with manners, slumping back onto his bed, though he doesn't lie down again. Instead, he sits there cross legged, the blanket still wrapped around him as he fixes Keith with a curious look. ]
Did you bring something to eat?
[ He doesn't necessarily have much of an appetite, but he probably could use some protein. ]
[This is the second time he's forced the role of Medic onto himself; at least he's had a fever and can sort of...connect the dots? His voice sounds uncertain.
He'll linger in the doorway himself.]
No, but I can make something.
[Taking for granted JJ has anything available for him to cook; he can always leave and come back with an order.........]
[ The way that JJ is burritoing himself in bed might be kind of rude, especially given that there's no where for Keith to sit, but he doesn't really pay it any mind.
He's still facing Keith from inside his blanket cocoon anyway. ]
Yeah, it's the flu.
[ At least, that's what it feels like. He hasn't had the flu in years...
But Keith's words earn a curious stare. ]
No, that's okay. But if you didn't bring soup... [ He narrows his eyes, a teasing smile on his lips. ] Did you just want to keep me company? Missed me?
text
Like, his pals from these parts.]
are you ok?
[It's like he already knows.]
no subject
no
feels like dying
no one to give me soup
did you hear about the boom?
blocked
you weren't caught up in it were you?!
[Soup is for when you're stick with a cold...get out.]
:*
it was so loud...
but nobody died right?
it was just a smoke bomb
no subject
no subject
have you ever had the flu before??
feels like dying...
it's so hot but also cold
everything hurts
can't eat
no subject
no subject
he's kind of shy
probably at work
no subject
no subject
he's not my dad
no subject
what does that have anything to do with it?!
do you need me to come over?
no subject
yeah that'd be nice
[ Might as well be honest!! ]
you're not worried about getting sick?
no subject
are you gonna get me sick?
no subject
yusuke's been around a lot and he hasn't gotten sick
maybe it's not contagious
no subject
what's your address?
[He doesn't...truly seemed bothered by the concept of JJ coughing in his direction or whatnot.]
no subject
are you going to make me wear a mask?
breathing is annoying enough without having it all
trapped up behind a mask
no subject
no, do whatever you want.
[HOW IS HE TEXTING ON HIS DEATH BED.]
no subject
you can wear one
no subject
He's just gonna head on over to JJ's place. Maybe he's extra-unbothered because Allura had been infected and he's been unaffected thus far. Maybe he's just too lazy to fish out his handkerchief from wherever.
Or maybe he thinks it's just in bad form? Maybe he's just made a habit out off nettling JJ over inconsequential things. The point is that he's at his door sans any protection ;), though he doesn't knock immediately...
Maybe he should've brought soup? Medicine? He's sure there's some of that healing potion back in the bathroom cupboard, but it's..oldish.
Alright, he's knocking. Rhythmically. Three or so times. Being a caretaker is already hard.]
no subject
Regardless, the jury remains out on what kind of caretaker Keith is going to be, though JJ seems happy enough to see him when he answers the door. There's a smile on his lips, the only part of him that doesn't look monstrous: all sweaty hair, stuffed nose, blotchy red skin. He's got his blanket wrapped around him, through his bare legs are visible. He'd been oscillating between too hot and too cold, and found the easiest way to deal with the fluctuating temperature was to pile blankets on while keeping nude aside from his boxers.
It doesn't matter, he's sick and he's allowed to be a slob if he wants.
Too bad for Keith, when JJ perks up upon seeing him and responds by drawing him into a too warm hug, blanket and all. ]
Hey.
[ His voice is a little lower, a little rougher when he speaks, drawing away soon enough to shuffle back into his apartment and head straight back to bed. Just the journey from his room to the door was enough to tire him. ]
C'mon in.
1/2
Furthemore, he's having trouble reciprocating that hug. Not because he's sick and mushy (and nakedish?!), but because he's got a blanket cocooned around him and it presents a challenge.
His hands just hang limply at his sides.]
Are you-- [Getting ahead of himself.] Hey.
no subject
[He's got a pre-loaded response for whatever response that reaps. He'll step in in the meantime, properly, close the door behind him. Hesitantly trek after him...]
no subject
[ He doesn't bother with manners, slumping back onto his bed, though he doesn't lie down again. Instead, he sits there cross legged, the blanket still wrapped around him as he fixes Keith with a curious look. ]
Did you bring something to eat?
[ He doesn't necessarily have much of an appetite, but he probably could use some protein. ]
no subject
[This is the second time he's forced the role of Medic onto himself; at least he's had a fever and can sort of...connect the dots? His voice sounds uncertain.
He'll linger in the doorway himself.]
No, but I can make something.
[Taking for granted JJ has anything available for him to cook; he can always leave and come back with an order.........]
no subject
He's still facing Keith from inside his blanket cocoon anyway. ]
Yeah, it's the flu.
[ At least, that's what it feels like. He hasn't had the flu in years...
But Keith's words earn a curious stare. ]
No, that's okay. But if you didn't bring soup... [ He narrows his eyes, a teasing smile on his lips. ] Did you just want to keep me company? Missed me?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)