“If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!”
Worried Starters
The bathroom floor was just as suitable as a bed right now, as far as Kakuzu was concerned. Feeling this nauseated, sleeping on the cold tile was almost a blessing. His temperature had felt like it had been rising all day, though he only had a mild fever. There had always been a bit of paranoia when it came to sickness. Alas, he tucked that aside to pretend he hadn’t heard Jiraiya, rolling over to face away from his husband.
“If you want to be useful, get me some water instead of telling me what I already know.”














