Onyx frowns at him, watching him gulp the water like a man who just stumbled out of a desert. In stocking feet, he rises, goes back to the living room, and rustles through the grocery bags until he finds a bottle of ibuprofen. He cracks the lid and the seal and brings it back to Andres.

He takes one of Andres’ over-warm hands and pulls it to him, flattening it to rest palm up and allowing him to deposit the teal gel capsules onto it. With gentle force, he folds his fingers shut, pushing them back towards Andres. “Take those.” He arcs an eyebrow, leaving no room for argument.

His touch lingers for longer than it should, his traitorous body relishing every second of contact between them. Something deep in him wriggles loose, like a child’s tooth, the act of pretending as though they hadn’t known each other so intimately not that long ago suddenly painful, a splinter of something festering and worming its way up through his skin. Onyx drops his hand, then, because it’s suddenly too much, though he still watches with expecting eyes to make sure Andres takes the pills.

After a beat, he swallows and says, “I’ll get you more water. Do you want anything else?”

[attr="class","mintag"] andres buenaventura
sensually gives u motrin

Shadows of Zoroark sluice between Mordekaiser’s teeth, like purple-tinged saliva. The strange colored Zoroark claws its way to survival, hunching up, coalescing, and turning to glare at Mord with angry, visceral-sharp bared teeth.

Mordekaiser screams, loud and primal, and launches himself forward in a take down, burning through all the space he'd just hard won.

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garchomp uses take down
feel free to eviscerate him

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He is afraid Andres is going to cry for the briefest of seconds, but then he laughs, and Onyx is soothed until the laughter turns to coughing and hacking and Onyx reaches out immediately before he thinks about it, a knee-jerk reaction.

One of his hands goes behind Andres’ body and presses against his back for the briefest of seconds as Andres comes out of the coughing jag and he realizes he’s hovering. He considers the hug until Andres laughs it off.

“Yeah. Water.”

Amplexus looks down at Chuchi as Onyx moves to the kitchen. He takes the soup packet and holds it out to Onyx who snorts derisively and fishes his phone out of his pocket, finding the highest-rated local ramen place and ordering, like, six different ramens for delivery in the span of time it takes him to find an insulated cup with a lid (to prevent spillage), put ice in it, and fill it with water.

He brings it back to the bedroom and sets it on the bedside table, not knowing where these protective, caring instincts are coming from. Maybe some remnants of Jett growing out of his sidewalk cracks like weeds turned to roses.

“I ordered us take out,” he said, sitting on the corner of the bed to take his boots off. “Something warm for your chest and something spicy for your sinuses.”

He reaches over and presses a hand to Andres' forehead. "Have you taken anything for your fever?"

[attr="class","mintag"] andres buenaventura