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"He's gonna get himself killed." Sam stood, arms crossed as he looked out at his overworked boyfriend.
"You act like you don't say that 10 times a week." Ponk sipped his tea.
"I know but he could at least acknowledge the fact he's sick."
Ponk sat his cup down and stood up from the chair on their back porch. He looked at the fake watch on his wrist.
" 'bout time to drag him inside?"
"Yup," Sam started towards to totem just as Foolish started having a coaching fit.
"Alright, you've done enough. Inside, now." Sam grabbed Foolish's arm and started pulling him towards the house.
"No, no. Just-" Foolish cut himself off with a sneeze. "Just a little longer!"
Sam kept his hold on the other but let down on the pulling, trying to decide on a difficult decision as Ponk reached the two.
Ponk saw exactly what Sam was thinking by the look on his face.
"Go for it, man. Not my fault if you get suck though." Ponk went back to the house to make the totem some soup and get the heated blanket.
Sam sighed. If it'll get him inside. He thought pulling the other one hard time, making him stand right in front of the creeper man. Sam quickly placed his hand on the back of Foolish's neck, pulling him into a kiss.
Foolish melted into the other's touch and tried to continue it when the other moved away but Sam didn't allow it.
"Come inside,"
"Fine."