VVhite Tongue [VVhite Coffee II (boyxboy)]

[2] Screech.

Laughter shook the leaves as they approached the ground tenderly, only to be crushed by two pairs of boots. Other leaves couldn't even get their revenge, for the destructive entities were protected by an umbrella, despite the lack of rain.

The two men kept walking towards the clinic, elbows linked. One wide, toothy grin chained by red braces was visible while the other grin was hidden by a thick scarf.

Noah stopped laughing at Morris's goofy self only to turn towards him and tighten the scarf around the man's neck. Morris rolled his eyes.

"We're nearly inside anyway." he said, voice muffled.

"That's what you said last time, and here we are walking into a clinic two days later."

"Yes, quite... Say, Vin, doesn't it ever get tiring being a zoilist?"

"Doesn't it ever get tiring keeping up with the stupid unilateral unproductive language of yours-"

Morris sneezed, cutting him off. Noah inched away from him and let go altogether in order to close his umbrella. It was a cloudy day, but the sun was still bright enough to bug him- even with his glasses on.

They entered and walked up two rows of stairs to the waiting room. There, only three people were waiting and so they took a seat next to each other.

Noah discreetly observed Morris glance around with those puffy eyes of his, contoured by red. He was so sick it wasn't even funny. Had a fever and all.

He reached out and squeezed his gloved hand in his naked one. Morris sniffled, (he only seemed to breathe in sniffles as of recent) and glanced at him, blinking rapidly.

"Stop." he whispered.

Noah raised his eyebrows.

"I want to kiss you now."

The albino gawked at him and glanced away, unable to meet the eyes of the mother who was trying her best to keep them out of her little boy's view.

Noah let go of his hand as requested. He would've expected Morris to change his mind right ahead, but the older man glanced at the mother and, instead, kept to himself.

He knew when to be a child and when to not.

Once Morris's personal doctor let them in, however, he must've decided it was a good time to be a child. He stood there and looked at Noah, expecting him to talk. Noah palmed his forehead and tsked.

"He has a temperature of 100.5, coughs and sneezes. Ah, and did he ever mention his laughable capability to memorize? Or did he forget to?"

The woman chuckled, already scribbling a prescription. "Yes we looked into it, he's just dreamy like that. We haven't made pills for that yet."

She stood up, placing a stethoscope around her neck. "Morris would you follow me to the next room? I'd like to check your lungs to make sure it's not pneumonia."

Morris eyed the utensil. "...Is it cold?"

The woman sighed. "You'll make it through, Morris."

Morris frowned, walking to the door but holding it open for the woman to pass. They exited and went to the check-up room while Noah took a seat on an armchair.

He tapped his knees and took in the room. There was a cute poster with a kid standing on another's shoulders in order to reach a Coca Cola vending machine. Then there was another with a cute cat. A corner was filled with all sorts of leafy plants and then...