Stay Put

Rory is nothing short of a stubborn pain that is too focused on his own wants and desires regardless of any other obligations….including to his own health. Whatever the bun has come down with isn’t serious by any means but how he is complaining about it would sure make you believe otherwise. He’d been texting his friend Bubble all morning about how stuffy his nose was and his headache, and yet he had now slipped into talking about the party he and Jonah were supposed to make an appearance at tonight. Some publicity thing to get more hype for their band…but he was going to have to miss it. There was no way Bubble intended to allow Rory out of his burrow in this state.

And thus, as the larger bun opened his door, he was met with Bubble already waiting for him outside, a backpack in their hooves as they huffed up at the dressed up Rory. Mild surprise crossed his face before he reached out the ruffle the smaller bun’s hair with his hoof “Oh hey, What’s up, boba! Decide to come crash this joint with me?” attempting to step himself around the other bun so he could get going. However, Bubble was quick to reach out their arm and put it on the side of the burrow entrance, blocking Rory from leaving, which definitely prompted an eyebrow raise from him. “ No, I am not. '' Bubble began, huffing and starting to push the larger bun into his home once more “ And neither are you! You have been moaning all morning about how horrible you feel and seeing you now I can tell it hasn’t gotten better!”.
Though they were putting in their best effort to push their fellow bun back inside, Rory is both larger and stronger than them so the oaf wasn’t budging. He just stared in confusion and mild amusement at the attempts of his lil buddy. “Nah I’m gonna be fine. A cold isn’t gonna keep me from drinkin my body weight and meeting some sluts. “ though he didn’t push Bubble out of his way, either out of respect or fear of accidentally hurting him. The stubbornness, though unsurprising, prompted an annoyed huff from Bubble before he decided to fight dirty. Reaching for his sides, Bubble was quick to wiggle and run his hooves up and down either side of the larger bun’s torso, making him giggle and take a less firm footing so he could shove Rory back into his home. Tossing his bag down beside the burrow entrance, Bubble proudly pranced himself into the kitchen, calling that a point for themself.

“ There now! Go back to bed, I’m going to make you some soup…after I clean up your kitchen” It never ceases to amaze Bubble how messy Rory’s place can get, and how quickly it happens. For satan's sake, he was here 5 days ago and cleaned up then, how does he cook like this? It was Rory’s turn to huff in frustration as the smaller bun walked into his kitchen “Now you know damn well it wasn’t fair to tickle me like that, toilet bowl! You’re fightin’ dirty and I should know! I am the king of that.  “. “Well then you should know it was necessary, if you’re so self aware. You’re more stubborn than any bun I have ever met….but so am I. I won’t be leaving you alone until you go lay down and take some of the medicine I brought with me.” Bubble mused playfully back at first before his tone melted into something more serious. Rory may be stubborn, but he isn’t stupid (at least he doesn’t think so). He has known Bubble long enough to know that’s true and that they will follow him to the party and nag them the whole time if he doesn’t comply.

Groaning in frustration, Rory stomped back to his bedroom “Fine! Satan’s sake, Bubble, it ain’t like I’m dyin’! “. Though he sounded annoyed now, deep down he actually appreciated how much Bubble cared about his well being and their willingness to hold him accountable for it….and the feeling was mutually shared. Though Rory is stubborn, loud, aggressive, and stupid at times, Bubble is always prepared to help him when he needs it (as long as he isn’t asking for money). While Rory went back to his room and flopped aggressively onto the bed, likely to text Jonah and let him know ‘Mom won’t let him go’, Bubble was in the kitchen, doing his dishes and wiping down the counters so he can make Rory some proper food.

It’s a good thing that they’d planned ahead for this because Rory has no actual food in this house, which explains the fast food containers scattered about. Bubble would be amazed if Rory even knew how to cook, or that you can actually drink water for that matter. And as annoyed as Bubble attempted to be when scolding Rory, he actually enjoys caring for him. It makes them feel useful and appreciated because whether Rory thanks him or not, he knows that he appreciates it and that silent affection is enough.

It would take him an hour or so to actually finish preparing his bowl of vegetable stew, and by the time Bubble had wandered back into Rory’s bedroom, he was undressed and curled up in his bed, completely passed out. Though Bubble was mildly annoyed at the fact he hadn’t eaten yet, he did soften when he noticed the bottle of medicine beside the bed, opened and some definitely missing. Sighing, they set the bowl onto the bedside table and sat himself on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to look over Rory’s sleeping expression before he reached out a paw to feel the other’s forehead.

A bit warm…likely a mild fever…so they gently removed the thicker comforter from the sleeping bun, pulling a lighter one up onto him so he wouldn’t wake up in a puddle of sweat. Bubble paused for a moment as the blanket moved over him, seemingly pondering something to himself before another sigh came from the small burgundy bun. Moving themself up onto the bed, the gently nudged the sleeping Rory over so they could slip under the blanket as well, gently nuzzling themself into the fur of Rory’s chest. Quick to relax into the affection, Rory let a small smile come to his face and quickly laid his arm over top of the smaller bun. 

Is this risky? Could Bubble get sick? Absolutely.

Is it worth the risk? Yes. Forever and always.