Feverish fun

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Why did it have to be like this? After all these things, this was obviously something that'd caught him off guard. Something that'd never happened before this very moment. For the first time since Klarion'd gotten to Earth, he'd caught a fever. But the only thing he cared for was that no one could see him like this.
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"What are you doing in my house?!" A sudden voice spoke up, causing Klarion to turn around with an exhausted and way too wide smile too mask the fact he was seeing spots. "Ah.. uncle Jason. How gen-nerous of you to yell at me." Blood squinted his eyes and looked across the room. For a long moment he remained silent until he noticed the other's odd behavior. Klarion hadn't attempted on doing anything mischievous in the past twenty seconds, not to mention for the fact that he'd probably been here longer than that and nothing seemed to be either missing or misplaced. He simply stood there, leaning on the counter with a glazed expression and a tiredness radiating all over. Not to mention the redness shading around his nose, his messy hair, the wrongly-buttoned blouse and his teary eyes.

Despite the kid always being a pain in the ass, Jason knew something else was going on.

Klarion got slightly bothered by the silence. The Demonologist blinked and looked down when a sudden force made itself present at his leg. A tabby orange cat purred, gazing upwards before making her way over to her witch. "Show off." Klarion added with a snort, followed by a coughing-attack to which Teekl meowed disapprovingly. "You're sick?" Jason tilted his head a little to the side to eye him better. The boy wiped his nose and sniffed loudly. "No, I'm feeling glorious, can't you see??" He rolled with his eyes and grabbed the cup of tea behind him. "How?" An icy shiver ran down Klarion's back before he could properly respond. "Ygg! .. You ask man-ny questions today, uncle Jason.." He simply wasn't in the mood for this. The black-haired boy inhaled with difficulty before replacing himself from the kitchen to the living room only to hit the floor with a loud thud. In the process shattering the cup of tea.

Jason stared in the distance at the source of sound and sighed deeply. He knew this would be a long day. And if not a day, he'd be stuck with the kid for perhaps even longer.

He shoved the shattered pieces of glass into the garbage bin. The load noise awoke a certain feline. She slithered past Jason, hopping onto the kitchen table with grace. "Don't look at me like that." Jason began with a glare. The cat tilted her head and moved her right paw upwards on a comfortable height for her to lick it. After a while she as well sneezed. The feline shook her head and repeated another sneeze. Blood stared at her for a moment before picking her up. Teekl made a low sound of annoyance before accepting her fate. The male brought her back to the living room where he dropped the cat directly onto Klarion's stomach. "Don't get her in the kitchen."

The boy grunted, squinting his eyes open with difficulty. "wh.. Why." He whined, adding a loud sniff. "Your tea is getting cold." "I don't w..ant tea, I want icecream.." Klarion pushed Teekl towards his feet so he could shift onto his side. A low rumble made him know Teekl didn't like that gesture. "You made tea before you spilled it and now you don't want mine?" Jason was starting to become more irritated than he already was. "Be greatful for me not kicking you out." The Witchboy frowned sadly, glancing down at the floor. He didn't like it when Jason talked to him like that. He rolled onto his back and met the other's gaze with teary eyes. "g-imme?" He lifted his arms a little to suggest Jason to hand it over. Without any change of glaring the male handed it over before getting Teekl some water. "I'll accept this behavior on one condition." Klarion slowly sat up and held the cup of tea In between his hands. "What do y-ou want..." "No mischievous things, no pentagrams, no unpredictable appearance of whatever creatures, I am expecting you and your cat to behave like normal human beings if you want to stay here." Water slowly poured itself into small bowl, then crossed his arms over his chest.


Klarion stared at him with a confused expression for a long moment. The boy tilted his head a little and tapped the sides of the cup with his black polished nails. "...." "It's that or I'm kicking both you and your cat out, right now." Teekl hissed angrily, fur spiking upwards. "U..gh.. fine. FINE." His voice cracked and led to him coughing more. "Just stop being so bossy.. g...geez. It's not like I was going to d-o those things anyways.."

He wiped his nose and snorted audible before groaning at last. It was like he was feeling worse with every passing by second. Jason wasn't quite sure what he'd have to do with this. Klarion'd always been the one to 'try' and 'help' him. At least sometimes he would. Yet the kid'd never gotten sick before.

He laid back on his side, eyes wet. "I don't .. I don't feel great.." Klarion spoke with a muttered and defeated tone in his voice. One Jason'd rarely heard before. It made him slightly uncomfortable.

A knock was heard on the door. It was followed by a shrill doorbell. "Since when do you g-et friends over? Do you even hAve friends..?" Klarion began with a tired smile to tease his uncle.
The other turned to look at the door, ignoring Klarion's comment to walk over and open it. The witchboy tapped the side of his teacup and disappeared into the blanket by curling up into it, hugging the fabric tightly around himself as if he was in a cozy cocoon with only his head and horns peeking out. He heard some vague voices in the background but only really seemed to recognize one when Teekl pawed his foot. "...What." He lifted his head an inch or two and looked into the hallway, spotting two persons behind Jason. The blanket dropped down in sync with his jaw as he jamp up. "Oh come on- why now????" Instant regret. A wave of dizziness stormed behind his eyes, causing him to lean against the side of the couch to not lose his balance. Swet broke out. It felt like he was melting. There wasn't one single bit of the witchboy that'd thought he could ever feel this miserable. It really couldn't get any worse than this.


"Klarion?" A female voice. One that sounded as confused as someone could be. He glanced over and stood up straightly. "... the witchboy, if you say it, say it right." Klarion attempted on acting cocky but the running nose he had and the dizziness covering all of his actions wasn't working with. One of two newly arrived guests began laughing. "are you fucking kidding me? Bloody hell! This is too good." "John." The other warned. Despite Klarion's obvious illness, Zatanna was convinced the kid could still throw a destructive fit. "Oh come on, you can't tell me not to make fun of someone who keeps insulting me on any given chance." "shut it , hobo." Klarion snapped back with an even shorter amount of patience. "See" John rose a hand at Klarion's comment. "Exactly that."

Zatanna rolled her eyes and looked back over at the witchboy. She wasn't sure what to say to him. There were a lot of mixed feelings. The best idea she had was simply ignoring him for now. If she'd make only the smallest of insults, Klarion would surely lose his temper. "We're not here for him, John, let's keep going." She walked past the two male and the witchboy before disappearing into another room. John grunted annoyed and ruffled Klarion's hair just to rub it in. "Nap time." Even if Zatanna was telling him to leave him alone, he couldn't let this chance slide. It was hilarious to mess with Klarion now he could. Klarion grimaced and looked up at him with now even messier hair. "Try that again a-nd I will cut off your hands, Co-nnstantine." The Brit walked past him, following Zatanna, shoulders shrugging before leaving the room. "Oh no, how will I jack off then."

Klarion frowned somewhat startled. He watched the other leave the room until John's words slowly sunk in. "... EW!! THAT'S GROSS!!" He grimaced and looked at Jason. "Don't ask." Blood patted Klarion's head awkwardly in an attempt to calm him. "Go sleep. I'll be right back." The black haired boy blinked. This seemed like an attempt of affection from the demonologist. That was.. weird. He lay back down slowly and accepted Teekl's attempt on climbing onto his chest.

With weak arms he embraced her kindly. Even if he'd insult Teekl now and then and even if she'd correct him on his many impulsive wrongs, she was still his cat. His familiar. Klarion's best friend. He couldn't imagine a world without the orange cat.

The feline trimmed her nails against the fabric of the other's blouse to get herself comfortable. The witchboy grinned at the actions. The cat crouched down and flatlined fully onto him with ease. A purr left her figure as she relaxed into the hug. -want me to follow them, brother?-
The voice of the feline spoke through his mind. Silence followed as the witchboy overthought the question. Jason didn't say anything about spying? Nor about eaves-dropping. This could bring him some amusement. He really craved some fun with this fever destroying his mood. "wonderful idea, Teekl." Klarion answered with a smile. Teekl stood up slowly after the other'd withdrawn his arms. She sneezed before landing onto her feet next to the couch. Her soft steps quickly left the room into the way Zatanna and the rest'd gone. A red glinster shot through her already crimson eyes. That same glinster reappeared in Klarion's. His fanged grin reappeared as he laid tiredly onto his back on the couch. "We can't let this fever ruining our joy, can we?" He chuckled lightly underneath his breath to not cause another cough. "Now let's have some fun."