S0MEWHERE IN NEVADA.

1 - Somewhere in Hank's Doorway

" Hank, I frew up. "

The smaller known as Kep would say as the light flooded into the behemoth's room, Hank staring at him from a distance.

" ..Kep, why the fuck are you telling me this? It's- " He'd check the time. *" Two-Thirty in the morning. "*

" I frew up, though.. " Kep would reply, seemingly frowning as he fixed his nightcap, holding back a yawn.

Hank would let out a loud sigh, annoyed. The taller would turn over, seemingly hugging something.. Rather, someone. Seems as if someone didn't want to leave the only makeshift doctor in this current base of theirs.

Kep would stare for a bit, considering taking Hank's blender, deciding not to before leaving almost a second after poking his stomach. He'd head down to the kitchen, walking up to a familiar escapee M.A.G. Agent.

" Xen, I frew up. "

The taller would face-palm, asking a few questions after a bit.

" Does your throat hurt? " Kep would nod, quite literally clearing his throat soon after.

" Here, " Xen would take out some salt, getting a glass of water and pouring a small amount into the cup as he mixed the two together. " Gargle this before drinking an actual glass of water. Normally helps. If you want, I can make ya' some chicken nuggets later. "

" YAAAAAAAAAAA, chimken numbgets. " Kep would almost yell, taking the glass and carefully running up to the bathroom. He gets his chimken numbgies, and he's happy.

(280 Words. Any shvtpost fic from me has not too many words, so do expect that to happen a lot. Art at the top is by my homie, Zavo. They own the OC, Kep. Credits to them.)