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"I am dying."
"No you aren't, you stupid bastard, it's just a cold."
"I am plagued with aches and chills — Any moment now, surely, my soul will depart this body."
".. It already did that before. You're gonna survive this one."
Godaru turned his head slightly to sneer at Sharaku, who was failing to hold back a grin.
"How dare you speak to me this way when I am on my deathbed." The Prince muttered.
"My bed." Sharaku corrected, before tossing a pillow he'd just dug out of his closet at Godaru from across the room, narrowly missing the (former?) Prince who lay sprawled atop his bed, half-wrapped in a blanket. "Really, it's only a cold. It's not going to kill you."
Godaru did not seem comforted by his words, and pulled the blanket closer to himself, grumbling. "It feels as if I will never recover from such an illness."
Sharaku decided to sit down in his desk chair, pushing off towards his companion (and accidentally rolling over a discarded bandage in the process) and finally taking the opportunity to look Godaru over properly since he'd finally gotten home from school —
Sharaku could see he had undone his braid, perhaps out desperation in an attempt to get comfortable. He looked miserable.
He stared a little too long.
Softening just a bit at the situation, Sharaku rolled his eyes, hopping up out of his chair and heading for the door.
"I'll be right back. There's medicine downstairs."
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Cautiously, he turned the corner into the living room — If either of his fathers caught him without his bandage, there'd surely to be hell to pay, but upon further inspection, it seemed nobody had come home yet.
Instead of grabbing a nearby dining chair, he instead pulls the cabinet doors open with his telekinetic abilities (accompanied by a flick of the hand because, well, it looked cooler) before selecting a particular small bottle and removing a single pill before heading back upstairs.
Upon his return, Godaru didn't seem any less miserable — However, he'd taken to sitting up quite expectantly, wrapped in his blanket like a shawl yet dressed in absolutely nothing but a pair of shorts.
He wasn't staring, though.
Now that the other half of his bed has been freed, Sharaku takes a seat on the end. Expectantly, he looks at the dishonored Prince before him.
"Open your hand."
Godaru only gives him a mild look of distrust, but frees a hand from the cover of blankets. Sharaku places the pill into his palm. "You're supposed to swallow it."
Immediately, Godaru scowls, staring at the tiny thing before turning his scornful gaze to Sharaku, stumbling on his words -- Despite Sharaku's adept knowledge of ancient languages and Godaru's incredibly quick adjustment to learning a new one, there were still commonly moments where he couldn't quite find his words.
"This.. is a stone."
Sharaku could not help but break into laughter at this revelation, shaking his head at the Prince's grimace.
"It's not, it's fucking medicine. Really."
Godaru examines the pill closely, but finally, unsatisfied, he shakes his head again. "You are trying to fool me again. Humans do not eat stones."
Sharaku crossed his arms indignantly at the one across from him. "It's not a stone! Modern humans take medicine and press it until it's small. I'm not lying."
".. You must promise you are not trying to get rid of me."
Sharaku's gaze softened just a little, and he scoffs to make up for it, re-crossing his arms. "I didn't dig up that stupid box just so I could get rid of you again."
Godaru seems content with this answer.
"Okay, so, first you -- "
A loud crunching noise interrupts Sharaku's tutorial, and he looks at Godaru, who's face by now has contorted into an expression of sheer dislike, in mild disbelief and with complete exasperation.
"I told you to swallow it, you're not supposed to fucking eat it -- "
"I feel poisoned."
"You're a fucking idiot."