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Tenna had to take the day off.
Why?
Because Spamton just HAD to get sick during a work week. It was bad enough that Spamton was like some sort of clingy creature (though Tenna is probably even worse), now Tenna has to take care of him. Spamton is in bed, absolutely burning up, his face is pink, and he has 5 damn blankets on him. He’s chilly!
Spamton is just lying down in their shared room, waiting so nicely for Tenna to come and give him some medicine. “Tennaa…. hurry!! I’m burnin’ up in here!” He's literally shivering. Tenna, being the patient lover he is, is trying SO hard not to crash out while he gets some liquid medicine.
“Hold ON! I’m not your nanny, y’know?!”. It takes Tenna a while to find the right medicine and measure the right amount for Spamton. He doesn’t have medicine made for normal darkeners– mostly because Tenna doesn’t really NEED medicine. He's *mostly* a mechanical being, so he just has someone (that someone being Spamton) take him apart and fix him up or clean him if he’s a little under the weather. To him, Spamton is being a DRAMA queen.
FINALLY, Tenna has the medicine, and he walks to Spamton, sitting on the bed next to him. “Here you go, little airhead! drink it up. I don’t want you being all sick and grody…” Handing the medicine to Spamton, Tenna lies down next to him and cuddles up, trying to make Spamton comfortable. Spamton takes the medicine in one quick gulp, his nose wrinkling at the GOD AWFUL TASTE (me too, bro).
“For the love of deals, why does it taste so BAD? Not even an ambulance would take this!”
“Oh shut your mouth… It's for the best!” *Tenna hugs Spamton, the smaller making a little grunt before just relaxing. They both lay there for a moment, absorbing the comfort of each other's presents… and Tenna ruins it lmao.
“Hoooolyy shit. You ARE burning up aren't you???” Tenna sits up and puts his hand on Spamton's forehead, Spamton scrunching up like a seal at the touch. “Let me get a thermometer… I thought you were just being dramatic!”
“Of course you think that, boob tube… You always think about drama for your show!” Shrugging and nudging Spamton playfully, Tenna gets up to get the thermometer. Spamton is so grateful that it didn’t take him as long as it did to get the medicine.
“Alright, mailman! open wide!” Tenna was just being playful, but oh boy did Spamton take him seriously. he opens his mouth suuuper wide, forgetting about the fact he has HUNDREDS OF SHARP TEETH GOING DOWN HIS THROAT. And because of Tenna’s screen glowing, it illuminates his mouth just enough for him to see it. Tenna drops the thermometer in pure. SHOCK.
“What the HELL IS THAAT?? WHY DIDN'T I SEE THIS BEFORE?? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU-“
“LOWER YOUR VOICE, BIG GUY! YOU’RE KILLING ME!” Spamton is covering his ears, and his face has gotten even redder. now from embarrassment as well as being sick.
It's gonna be a long week.