a/n: smg3 hates winter. smg4 loves helping smg3.
SICKFIC TIME BABYYYY
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SMG3 was quick to establish that, after coughing up a chunk of mucus, he hated winter. He attempted to clear his throat as he checked the time. He had to open the cafe in a few minutes, and yet he was stuck here, bedbound. He'd rather get stuck holding hands with Four again before he would force himself out of bed. Speaking of that idiot, Three opened his Discord messages, sneezing whilst clicking on the DMS between him and SMG4.
PoggieKing3: oi, four.
PoggieKing3: you better be awake right now...
PoggieKing3: um. i'm not at the cafe right now so can you open it for Eggdog? this is for eggdog btw not me ok
PoggieKing3: he doesn't have hands to unlock the doors :(
PoggieKing3: I miss my son it's so unfortunate that i'm not there to help
PoggieKing3: now hurry up!!!!
Sniffling, he waited for the sound of the front door opening as a sign that he could relax for the rest of the day. He loved his cafe, sure, but it did get overwhelming at times. Especially when his customers started to slowly disappear... But forget about that, it's fine. Eggdog can handle today anyway, he deserved this break.
There it was, the sound of the door cracking open. Just as Three gripped his blanket, prepared to go back to sleep, he heard even more noise. The sound of footsteps growing closer, followed by his elevator creaking, and then— An SMG4 standing at the entrance of his room.
They both called out, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE??"
"OI, I HAVE EVERY REASON TO BE IN MY OWN ROOM! WHAT'S YOUR EXCUSE? THIS IS BREAKING AND ENTERING!!!" Three sat up, pulling his knees to his chest.
"YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T HERE?? AND I WAS JUST GETTING EGGDOG BECAUSE HE WASN'T UPSTAIRS!!"
"Excuses!! Now, get out!" Three grabbed the plushie of himself and threw it at Four, who protected himself with his arms. He growled, afterwards getting thrown into a coughing fit. His throat stung. "Ow, shit."
SMG4 slowly lowered his arms, gaze landing on the other with concern. He started to make his way over to the bed, stopping in his tracks as he felt the nudging of a certain Eggdog at his feet. He giggled, patting the little fellow. The dog barked in response. Four then leaned down and lifted the egg, holding him in a soft hug. "Hey, I'm going to take Eggdog to the main floor. I'll be right back, all right?"
"Do not come back."
The statement was left unanswered except a quick roll of the eyes as the blue man entered the elevator and disappeared. Finally, peace and quiet. He slid back under his blanket, flipping over to his side to face away from the exit. Sneezing and wiping away at his irritated nose, he felt a pang in his heart. Minutes passed, and Four still wasn't there. Of course, that's what Three wanted, he said so himself. But usually SMG4 would push more. Whatever. He used his blanket to cover his face.
The sound of the elevator appeared again, and SMG3 jumped. He flipped over, still snuggled in his comforter. Four stepped out with two coffees in hand. "Hey, I know I was making fun of you for not knowing how to work the espresso machine at first but... I get it now, that shit was confusing. Good job at figuring it out, man."
"I told you, dumbass."
SMG4 chuckled, sitting on the side of the other's bed and offering one of the coffees to Three. After a moment, his hand slipped out from under the blanket and grabbed the mug. SMG3 sat up again, sipping on the drink. His whole body felt warm. He smiled. Four noticed this and smirked. "You should definitely hire me again. With that look, my coffee might be better than yours."
"Pfft, in your dreams. This tastes like ass!" Three jested, although they both knew it wasn't true. He wore a small smile, taking another taste and nodding. He hummed.
After a short moment of silence—a comfortable one, for sure—SMG4 sighed. "It's kind of funny, it's usually me who gets sick and needs your care. Now it's the other way around."
"I don't need your care, asshole. You're the one barging into my place of living without me asking."
"You were practically begging for me to over messages."
Three scoffed. "I literally wasn't, but okay."
"I'm quite good at picking up hidden signals over text, Three. No need to be embarrassed."
"I've never been embarrassed in my whole life!!! B-baka..." he sneezed. "Ugh... I hate being sick."
SMG4 turned to face the other, staring for just a moment before lifting his hand. He slowly moved it closer to SMG3, who furrowed his brows in response. Four gently swiped at the bangs that covered Three's forehead, placing his palm against it. He held it there for only a few seconds, but that was just enough time for SMG3's cheeks to start burning up, his whole body as still as possible. After pulling away, he gave a small grin. "Hey, at least it's not a fever! Although, the rest of your face is starting to burn up.."
"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU GAY LOSER!!" Three clasped the blanket and flipped it over his head, slipping in deeper into the darkness as he tried to calm his stupid, hot face down. God, what an asshole!!
"I was kidding!! You're so ador..." Four paused. For too long. He then stood up and covered his own face with his hand. He cleared his throat. "Well– Um, I oughta head back to the castle, haha!! Just message me if you need anything more!!"
"Um. Yeah. Sure. Heh."
"See you soon?"
Three watched the silhouette from underneath the blanket. He felt the corners of his lips shoot up against his will.
"Maybe... You idiot."
