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Sam waddled over to the couch, a thick blanket wrapped around his shoulders covering his entire body. He fell onto the couch and quickly relaxed into the soft pillows. His feet hung off the end as he laid his head on the other.
He knew kissing Foolish was a bad idea.
He felt exhausted and barely had enough energy to look over at the back door when it opened.
"Hey, babe." Ponk casually walked over to the back of the couch and leaned over it. "You alright?" The shortest in their relationship noticed the creeper's already pale green-ish skin start to whiten.
"Mm-nm," Sam shook his head side to side.
"It's because you kissed Foosh while he was sick, isn't it?"
"Mm-hm," Sam shook his head up and down.
"I'll do get you some soup, hun," Ponk left to the kitchen to get his half-creeper boyfriend something to eat.
"Thank you," Sam said, tired.