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5. Your muse has caught a cold, and mine has to tend yours back to full health.

How did it come to this again…? Oh right, the older Patch Tribesmen was so busy with the holidays, with them coming one after another, that they couldn’t tend to a sick boy in their own tribe. So, of course, he was stuck with the guy who hated him for having ruthlessly murdered his brother a year and a half ago. That wasn’t all either. Nichrome had somehow caught a bad cold, and he was constantly asking for tissues and wanting to watch movies with him, and how fucking bored he was in just sitting in his bed all day. He did take occasional naps when he felt tired, as one of the downside effects of being sick. Even then, Ren, out of all people, got stuck to take care of him for a week, and the cold wasn’t going away any time soon. 

"Dammit, just eat the damn vegetable soup!" Ren growled, putting the spoon towards the other’s mouth. He had wanted soup two hours ago, and Ren had cooked up some chicken and noodles soup, only to find out that Nichrome was vegetarian, so it left Ren to eat the soup instead. Now Nichrome lost the appetite to even eat now, and was stubborn to get spoon fed, even though his arms felt weak to feed himself.

« 4. A tiny animal. »

Ren pushes the door open with his foot, the light shining out through the cracks from the inside. He goes to dim the lighting when he steps through the doorway, while still trying to hold something up in his one arm and a bag in his hand. Glancing at the faint orange patch on the animal's head poking out, he slowly walked over to the table, almost stumbling over his own feet.

The bag crashed onto the tabletop noisily, the contexts inside almost spilled out. The small animal in his warm was wriggling a bit, trying to get onto the wooden furniture. He sighed and put them down gently, watching so it wouldn't go falling off the edge because of the height. 

Staring at the mostly orange golden furred kitten looking around at their surroundings. He just now realized that he'd have to feed it with... milk.  Well, at least it wasn't the same type of milk he likes to drink, thankfully. Not that he would really mind too much.

Ren looked through the pamphlets and the papers he'd received from the vet about the shots, as well as some canned cat food and a bottle for fleas, and some toys. He kept glancing up to keep an eye on the small kitten whenever he felt it scampering around a little on the tabletop. 

He began to think that perhaps this was a ridiculous idea and that he would probably regret it later... Taking care of animals can be so..time-consuming that it wasn't even funny. Ren couldn't afford to waste all that time on this cat. 

Then he felt a presence shuffle into the room and he nearly tensed up, figuring who it may be that walked into the room. Fixing his composure and turning to the Patch Officiant guy.

"—Hmph." He was going to say something more but how could he explain this to Nichrome? He just didn't know so he just stood there dumbly, with his hand on the kitty's back.