Marquette

Snappy Sniffles

Palette (who's sick in bed) flips through all the different TV channels, skimming over all the titles.
"Is there nothing interesting to watch anymore?" he croaks, his voice sounding hoarse and scratchy.
knock knock knock
Mark slowly opens the door, peeking his head in.
"Hey honey..." Mark coos softly, "How are you feeling?"
Palette furrows his brow, giving a sour expression.
"I feel like crap." he snaps.
Mark winced at the harshness in Palettes voice, but walked in the room regardless.
He sat on the side of the bed, scooting close to Palette.
"You want me to make you some soup?" Mark offers.
"I'm sick of soup..." responds Palette in a low voice.
Mark shuffles around nervously.
"We could... watch a movie?" he says, although he didn't sound very confident.
Palette doesn't say anything, just grumbles and looks away. Mark takes this as a yes and asks for the remote, which Palette hands to him.
Mark eyes the remote, "...If you sneezed or coughed on this... and I get sick from it... I'm gonna have a hard time forgiving you..."
Palette laughs at the joke... or what he hoped was a joke, but soon got caught up in a coughing fit, gagging and almost vomiting.
"Oh jeez... I'm sorry honey..." he apologizes in a guilty tone of voice.
"No... cough it's okay... I'm fine..." Palette responds.
Mark quietly mumbles a bit, before searching for movies that are playing on TV.
"We could waaaaatch... Into the Woods, Pirates of the Caribbean, or... Frozen II..." Mark lists off a few movies.
"I'm down for anything... as long as I get to watch a movie with you..." the starry-eyed skeleton says with a yawn.
Mark smiles, "Is that the sickness messing with your head, or was that sincere?" he jokes.
"Yeeaaah no... I really hate you, but I'm getting a bit demented from the illness... " Palette goes along with the joke.
Neither of them speak for a while, then they both burst out laughing.
After a few minutes, Mark leans against Palette, when they've both calmed down, then Mark turns on Into the Woods.
It doesn't take long before Palette falls asleep (he got sick from staying up too late in the first place), dozing off while slightly snoring.
Mark tucks Palette in under the covers and kisses his forehead.
"Goodnight, Palette... I love you..."

(you walking ball of mucus, you)