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    Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon)

    Percy
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    In Progress Re: Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon)

    Post by Percy 21st January 2021, 2:38 am

    Unlike Leon, Percy didn't burst into a ball of obvious fury upon hearing Leon's tale. Maybe it was just his general ability to empathize or maybe it was the similarities in their histories that he could personally relate to, but either way, his mouth pressed into a firm line to try to keep any unwanted expressions off his face. He looked displeased, but that was just the surface. His mask. Deep down, he hurt for Leon. He might not be threatening any family members, but his eyes were every bit as sharp and angry as they had been when Leon punched him in the ribs earlier. Maybe more. It hurt and it pissed him off. His fists silently balled and his face grew hot. Despite his efforts to just listen and absorb, he felt the anger boil over and slide down his right cheek, dripping off his chin.

    It was a lot to take in, and a lot of it he didn't know what to do with. He didn't know Leon was from Bellum. He'd always wanted to go because of all the mainstream magic, but... there was apparently a lot he didn't know about the place. At first, he was a little self-conscious of his ignorance...as well as perhaps his insensitivity. The talk of servants made him think of the household staff the Daggers employed. However, as Leon explained, there was one vital difference and that one that set him ablaze. "B-Buy...?!" he blustered, then fell back into a tense silence. Dagger servants applied for the jobs like anyone else, and could quit at any time. It was just a job like any other, even if they were sometimes referred to as servants. They were paid well and often became loyal due to that alone. They were held to strict standards but always treated as people, not...property. It was the mention of being bought that set Percy on fire. Leon was not some animal or object! No one was, but especially not his Leon. Contradictory to his righteous indignation, it also pissed him off that someone could think him worthless and not want to buy him. He couldn't be bought, but still, how dare they strip him of the concept of worth they thrust upon him. And no, even though it was rhetorical and jaded, Percy didn't find it funny at all. It was messed up.

    The angry tears turned to ones of empathetic pain eventually, spilling out of him for both Leon and himself. Seeing Leon experience and display the anger that Percy couldn't process and express himself was cathartic. He was forbidden from being so colorful and vocal about what had been done to him, always expected to have it under control and be strong and cold. Had he ever cried over something that happened to him? Like really grieved what happened? He'd teared up a little when he woke up in the hospital after the Fairy Tail incident because he'd thought he was alone. He'd always been an angry crier, if only because it would get to be so much that it had to come out somehow, and he couldn't scream about it. But Leon's freedom... this was its own strength. He admired it. It was pure and raw and Percy could resonate with him. Even as Leon tried to lighten back up, his good eye would not cease. His eyes softened at the rugged smirk, but then he turned his face away to try and save what little dignity he had left until he could get his emotions back in check. "Mhm, I'm glad you're here," he said in a tight, quiet voice. There was a pause, then he spoke again. "I'm sorry you went through that. I guess we can relate to each other a little more than we thought."

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    In Progress Re: Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon)

    Post by Leon Hoffman 21st January 2021, 3:44 am



    Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon) - Page 2 Ffjuec7

    Sometimes things that fall apart are actually falling into place



    Leon closed his eyes again, his smirk softening into a fond smile as he felt every muscle in his body relax. He was sitting upright, but all of that talking and ranting drained him of whatever energy he had left, making any position comfortable. Percy spoke quietly after his little fit of surprise—was he about to cry? When Leon closed his eyes, they felt too heavy to reopen, so all he could do was listen to his voice. He wished he'd keep talking to him as he let his mind slip away.

    What Leon felt after that was soothing. It was a feeling similar to crying your eyes out and then sleeping like a baby right after. For the first time in forever, he was able to share just a bit of his troubles with someone he trusted, and even if it didn't solve any problems, it made the burden of having them much lighter against his chest. The longer he laid there, smiling drowsily, the softer his features became until he had completely begun to doze off.

    "Yeah..." Leon started in a hushed, scratchy voice, "...I'm sorry... too..."

    And just like that, he was peacefully whisked away into a feverish slumber. He felt a number of things during that chat with Percy, whom he had felt he had grown closer to in just that exchange alone. A lot was discussed and a lot of wounds were brought to light, but all that stuck with him the most was the single feeling the lingered, even in slumber—how nice it was to fall asleep to the sound of his voice. Maybe his home was just quiet, but it was all he could hear, and he didn't mind it.

    Hours Later

    Even as the two young men exchanged their histories with one another, and as the boronavirus surged through the country, the day carried on and before they knew it, it was completely dark outside.

    When Leon woke up, the room was devoid of any light. The nearest clock told him that it was two in the morning, just five hours before he usually got up, but he lingered between this feeling of exhaustion and restlessness after sleeping for so long. His body felt heavy like lead, and his head was pounding like a hammer against his brain. He felt incredibly hot against the still-damp towel on his forehead, and he was sweating bullets. That wasn't even mentioning the fact that he fell asleep before he could eat dinner with Percy, not that he even had an appetite anymore. His desire to eat had vanished along with his energy, but he knew these symptoms very well.

    "Ughmh... hngh!" Leon groaned and instantly noticed how his already-deep voice dropped an octave. His sore throat had worsened in just a few hours, leaving it dry, tender, and sensitive to the air he inhaled and exhaled. In fact, everything was worse. He only felt a little under the weather earlier today, but now he wouldn't have been able to tell if there was anyone else with him in the room through the fever dominating his senses. The moment he opened his mouth to groan, Leon immediately started a coughing fit. With a weak glare, he leaned over to the coffee table and plucked out a few pills that Percy had fetched earlier, letting the damp towel that was gingerly placed on his forehead fall off yet again in his sickly movements.

    He grabbed the glass of water and threw his head back to try and wash it down his throat, but he ended up coughing as it went down. Immediately, he felt something rise from the bottom of his stomach to the top of his throat. He could tell that his body was sensitive to most things right now, but this was possibly the worst.

    In a panic, Leon slammed the glass back down onto the table and made a break for where he remembered the bathroom being. He floundered in the darkness, his hand over his mouth to keep himself from puking over Percy's home, his other hand groping along the walls and furniture to guide him to the toilet. His unsteady coughs suppressed through his full mouth, Leon slammed the bathroom door open, ripped the toilet seat up, and immediately fell to his knees as he vomited into the bowl.

    His unrelenting and groggy groans could be heard throughout the silent house, as he continued to release what felt like his entire stomach into the appliance. He went on and on until there was nothing left in his body to unleash except for saliva, and still, he'd gag dryly as the physical impulses took over. Saliva ran down his chin, and sweat outlined his jaw. Leon looked far worse than he did a few hours ago, his marigold eyes glossy and wet from the relentless vomiting.

    Leon rested his arm and forehead on the seat, sprawled on the floor as he held onto the toilet, panting with a scratchy throat. He had never felt so sick in his entire life, and he had never felt a bathroom floor so cool against his hot, sweaty skin. Honestly, he wanted to go to sleep right there, in the darkness of the bathroom now that he had vomited everything out of his body. But he couldn't, and the little spark of reason left within him knew it.

    "Pills... I need to take... my pills... where... I... ahg... unghm..." Leon turned his face so that his cheek was resting on the seat, his eyes closed as if he were really going to sleep there. He felt like he was going to die. "...Pills..."


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    In Progress Re: Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon)

    Post by Percy 21st January 2021, 5:56 am

    The ruckus from downstairs scared Percy out of a light sleep up in his room. He'd left the door cracked so he could hear if anything went on downstairs. He'd wanted to stay down on the couch and continue to helicopter, but Leon had been sleeping peacefully and he'd needed a break from the hazmat suit. It got stuffy in there and smelled like plastic all the time. Plus, there was only so much air in the tank, so he had to change that out.

    Lurching out of his bed with his heart racing, his top half moved faster than his lower half. He flopped uselessly onto the floor, trying to get his drowsy brain and body to move faster than they were capable. "Leon?" he called groggily, forgetting all about the hazmat suit as he got to his feet and skittered out of his room to stumble down the stairs.

    One glance, even in the dark, told him Leon wasn't there, though the types of noises he'd been hearing made it more than obvious where he'd find him. Heading for the bathroom, he clicked on the light and balked at the sight, but then moved right in. Thank goodness he had a strong stomach because even though he'd missed the worst of it, it was still plenty gross. The drastic change from just a few hours ago to now was so alarming that he forgot all about his fear of germs. Grabbing a nearby hand towel, Percy leaned over Leon's crouched form and pushed the lever to flush the carnage down, and then crouched behind the man to rub his back in case he had any more heaves in there. His face was tense with worry as he dabbed the sweat and spit off of the ill man's face. It was strange to see someone like Leon vulnerable like this, but it was to be expected. "We can worry about the pills later," he said gently, though he wondered if he'd just lied to the man. Just from his palm on his back, he could feel the heat radiating off of him. The fever was high, but if he couldn't hold down anything down without bringing on more violent heaving, he'd have to try and manage it some other way until his stomach settled. Maybe cold rags first, and in the worst case, he could set up an IV with fluids and fever-reducing drugs. Anything worse than that and he'd have to call an ambulance.

    Noticing that Leon seemed to have quieted and was possibly going to doze off with his cheek on the toilet seat, he gently shook his shoulder. "You can't sleep here, Leon. Come on, let's go back to the couch," he urged, pulling him up and slipping his shoulders under one of his arms to slowly leading him back into the living room. Once he got him laying on the couch, he brought the empty kitchen trash can over in case of more potential rounds of vomiting and also brought a large bowl of ice water over so he could keep the rag cool. Maybe once he assessed the situation a little better, he could move Leon into one of the spare bedrooms, but for now, he would dab at Leon's face and neck with the chilled rag if he let him.

    Despite his anxiety spiking through the roof, Percy could be sure of one thing. He was glad Leon hadn't fought him on quarantining together. As much as he was terrified of the virus, it was scarier to think of his friend having to weather this alone. Even if Percy wasn't sure how to care for someone who was sick, having someone to help was better than nothing, and this looked especially rough. "I-Is there anything I can get you?"

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    Leon Hoffman
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    In Progress Re: Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon)

    Post by Leon Hoffman 21st January 2021, 1:24 pm



    Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon) - Page 2 Ffjuec7

    Sometimes things that fall apart are actually falling into place



    Leon's head was in the clouds. After vomiting his stomach out, all of the energy he restored through the few hours of sleep he got dissipated into exhaustion yet again. Even as Percy came into the bathroom and helped him trudge back to the couch, Leon kept his eyes closed for the most part. Every movement was slow and staggering, and his throat felt so tender that he felt that even one unsteady breath out of place could throw him into another coughing fit.

    Leon plopped back down onto the couch and almost immediately fell back asleep, feeling the coolness of a towel dab against his face and wipe away the spit and sweat that dirtied it. It was embarrassing—feeling emotionally vulnerable one minute and physically vulnerable the next. Leon prided himself on his ability to take care of himself when ill, but this boronavirus really made him run for his money.

    Weakly, Leon turned his head over so that he could look at his caretaker in the dark, opening his teary eyes to watch him. He wasn't wearing his suit? Did he rush out of bed to tend to him? Even though his concerns were broken and clogged with thoughts of his own sickness, Leon managed to mumble something out before falling back to sleep.

    "Rest..." Leon's eyes fluttered shut as his energy slipped him away into slumber. He wanted to say a number of things to Percy, but only one thing managed to come out amongst the rest. "...Go back... to bed... and rest..."

    Leon fell asleep again.

    Later That Morning, 7:12 AM

    Later that day, Leon ended up waking up around the same time he usually did despite his illness. It was around this time that he was cleaning himself up and going out for his morning jog around the River Village. He'd come back inside, clean up a little bit, and then lounge around until it was time for him to drive into Rose Garden for his work with Percy. It was a really strange feeling to wake up in his house, still feeling like death itself.

    On the bright side, he didn't feel the urge to hurl the depths of his stomach out when he woke up, but he was still too wary of vomiting again to take his pills. His fever didn't break, so he was still sweating and hot, but he was awake.

    Through intermittent coughing fits, Leon gazed out of the windows and into the scene of the sky overcast with early morning clouds, filling the world with muted colors, greys, and morning dew. He couldn't smell anything, and despite having only eaten a single bite of a hamburger in a day, he still had no desire to eat. Laying there, he was tempted to go upstairs and check on Percy. Was he awake? He wasn't too worried, was he? It was hard to imagine him not stressing out because anyone would, wouldn't they? In any case, Leon could only wonder, because he was still too exhausted to even get up. His coughing fits were brutal and whipped the life out of him, and his face was still sickeningly flushed from the fever that refused to break.

    Leon reached over to the table and grabbed his phone, putting in his passcode as it opened up to the contents of his device. The first thing he did was go to his direct messages, where he'd open up a chat with someone with a woman's name—"Melinda." It was some middle-aged woman from the River Village, and technically his neighbor. She and a few others insisted on helping him move in some time ago, and to contact them if he ever needed anything. And, well, judging by how sweaty he was, he needed his clothes. Percy's stash of garments wouldn't last very long and laundry would have to be done so often that'd it be pretty ridiculous. Still, Leon disliked the idea of asking people for things, but he felt so exhausted right now.

    After texting Melinda, he opened up his direct messages with Percy. He was only a few steps away, being upstairs and all, but Leon couldn't muster up the energy to climb them and speak. A text would have to do.

    "come see me when you get up" he typed, sending it before leaning back into the couch with a nasty, deep groan. He had to get better.


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    In Progress Re: Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon)

    Post by Percy 21st January 2021, 2:26 pm

    There was a delay, then an electronic bleeping noise. Except the bleeping wasn't coming from upstairs, but rather a few feet away, around the edge of the coffee table. Percy, who had been sleeping on the fluffy white rug with his head on one of the small accent pillows from the couch, sat straight up out of his exhausted dead sleep, though he didn't seem quite awake. It was some sort of middle-ground between alarmed and dozy. "Huh?" he muttered, fumbling around for his phone. His hands were still reddened and cold from having them in ice water off and on for hours, trying to keep Leon's fever down while he slept. He'd kept an obsessive watch on the man to make sure he didn't choke on his own vomit or something horrible like that, but eventually, the call of the rug and sleep had convinced him that Leon would survive for an hour or two and that if he was so close, the smallest noise would wake him. There was some white fuzz from the rug tangled into the red side of his hair, and in general, his split-toned locks were mussed and wild. His white T-shirt was wrinkled and twisted on his frame, riding up a little on one side, and his black shorts were drooping just low enough for the band of his boxer briefs to be visible. In short, he looked like someone who had slept hard and not long enough, and nothing like the usually put-together man Leon was used to.

    Blearily reading his text, he blinked blankly at it for a long moment before slowly raising his eyes to his patient. His blue eye was bloodshot from forgetting his eyedrops and he had slight bags under both of them, but he smiled a small, genuinely happy smile to see his friend awake. "Leon," he said in a sleepy voice, crawling closer to the couch. He patted one of his legs on the way, then reached for the rag on his head to re-wet it with water. It wasn't icy cold anymore, but it was still chilled from freshly melted ice. "Are you feeling any better?" he asked, though it seemed pretty obvious he was. He was still very sick, but nothing like last night. Percy was grateful for any improvement. His condition last night had scared him half to death. "Do you need something? Want some water?"

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    In Progress Re: Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon)

    Post by Leon Hoffman 21st January 2021, 2:58 pm



    Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon) - Page 2 Ffjuec7

    Sometimes things that fall apart are actually falling into place



    Leon flinched a little when he heard the electronic beeping noise. He was in such a daze that he seemed detached from his surroundings, so he ended up being silently startled by Percy's sudden awakening. Unlike his usually neat parted locks, crisply pressed outfits, and his typical air of professionalism, Percy looked like an absolute mess. He had a wild case of bedhead, his blue eye was bloodshot and both of them had bags underneath, and his clothes stuck to and hung from his from. Honestly, it was a little shocking to see him like that. Leon never saw him look like such a... well, regular person. It was kind of funny, actually, and his ears ended up flushing a little for different reasons.

    "I didn't mean to wake you up..." Leon responded in a quiet, apologetic voice. He wanted to follow it up with telling him to continue his slumber, since Percy obviously needed it, but he would probably decline anyway. With his appearance, it looked like he stayed up all night trying to take care of him, and the thought of it made Leon frown a little. He couldn't sit around and leech off of him, so he had to try harder. Sluggishly, Leon sat up and leaned forward, sitting properly on the couch with his body slouched low. "Have any canned soups or anything...?"

    As Leon continued to linger on the couch, he ended up stretching his hand out towards Percy's face, taking the subconscious liberty of plucking the fuzz from his hair. Even after he finished what felt like grooming his friend, he ended up carding through his hair to try and restore the usual equally-parted appearance he was used to seeing. Leon was a very physical, touchy man, and while a lot of that sort of behavior was repressed when he was well, his feverish daze exhausted his concern for boundaries. In another way, it was soothing to have something in his hands like this.


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    In Progress Re: Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon)

    Post by Percy 21st January 2021, 4:59 pm

    While Leon was innately a passionate, touchy person, Percy was nearly the opposite. Physical touch was so foreign to him that something so simple as fingers leafing through his hair jarred him out of his groggy fog. He blinked and processed the sensation, his own face blushing a little on his cheeks and ears. He'd almost pulled away but managed to resist first out of consideration for his sick friend and then out of consideration for himself. He just sat there, mulling over the tenderness of it. It was comforting. It felt nice. So nice that he felt the sleepiness return and pull at his eyelids. He was tempted to just lay his head down on the seat cushion and enjoy it until he went back to sleep.

    Oh, wait, Leon had asked for soup. That was a good sign! But...canned? No. Ew. "I don't have any canned, but I can make some. How hard can it be?" he asked with a sideways grin. Famous last words, for sure.

    Reluctantly he reached up and took Leon's hand from his hair, gently placing it on his lap as the Dagger rose to his feet. Straightening his clothes as he went, the young man padded into his kitchen to attempt cooking for the first time. Leon would have the perfect seat for the morning's entertainment.

    It was a warzone in the kitchen. At first, it had gone alright. He got some vegetables and freshly butchered chicken breast from the fridge and a box of broth from the cupboard. He stood a few moments to look up recipes on his phone, got out a large pot, and began chopping. Three bandaids and a string of colorful curses later, there were chopped veggies in the pot. Apparently, carrots, celery, and onion was the base of most soups. While those were cooking down, he started carefully cutting the chicken breast, but while he took his time doing so with the intention of not nearly cleaving off more fingers, he smelled something burning...the veggies! Attempt #1 ended in having to wash the pot out and more cursing.

    The second attempt was the one that would have to stick. The veggies made it through the cooking process and he added the broth...wait. When was he supposed to add the chicken? Did he add it raw? That didn't seem right. Checking the recipe again, he grumbled more when he realized he should have browned it just before the veggies were done cooking down, so now he had to search out a skillet to cook the chunks of meat. And when did the noodles go in? Where even were his noodles? He left the chicken unattended to search for noodles. Before long, the kitchen started to fill with smoke, sending him scrambling back across the tile to turn on the vent before it could make Leon cough. "SON OF A--" he yelled in frustration, throwing the skillet into the sink and standing in silence for a few moments to calm himself. Right. More chicken. Moodily rustling through the butchered meats, he threw another breast onto the counter, cleaned the skillet, recut the chicken, finally found the bag of noodles, cooked the chicken and added it and the noodles....wait. When was he supposed to season it...?

    By the end of it, there was a soup. A sad soup, horribly bland with slightly overdone chicken and mushy, definitely overboiled noodles. Maybe there was something to the whole canned soup thing. Cooking was a nightmare. He hated it.

    Bringing a tray with two bowls, two glasses of water, and some crackers on it, Percy rejoined Leon in the living room with a red face. He said nothing as he placed the eating tray with Leon's meal on his lap and seated himself at the low table. He took a small sip of broth, then hung his head in shame. "Be glad you can't taste it," he said sadly, but hey, it was still nutritious and should be very easy to digest. "The broth and the crackers will settle your stomach, but take it slow, ok?" Percy warned, back to him.

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    In Progress Re: Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon)

    Post by Leon Hoffman 21st January 2021, 10:22 pm



    Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon) - Page 2 Ffjuec7

    Sometimes things that fall apart are actually falling into place



    There was a mild disappointment is seeing Percy rise to his feet, leaving him for the kitchen. Leon really did love his hair. When they befriended each other at the Singles event, he recalled telling him that it was his hair that he found most attractive. Or maybe he said his eyes? In any case, both were equally stunning, and Leon ended up acting on his most suppressed impulses by touching it like that. What he didn't know, however, was that the events that followed Percy's departure brought on a bout of emotional distress and second-hand embarrassment by the likes in which he had never felt before—cooking.

    With how optimistic Percy sounded about the soup, Leon initially took his word for it and watched him with the firm understanding that hearty soup was being prepared for him. The semi-redhead was right, after all, soups were a famously simple thing to create. Easy, simple, and delicious if you really got the seasoning right. Leon leaned back and slunk into the couch cushions with his mind at ease knowing that he was going to be fed soon. He was wrong to feel such security.

    Watching Percy cook was like looking at evidence that natural selection was still needed. Vegetables were burnt, fingers were cut, and Leon could've sworn he saw Percy put raw chicken in the soup at some point before discarding it for a redo. Instead of prepping everything before cooking it all, he seemed to do it as he went, and everything fell apart over and over again. Leon had never heard or seen Percy use such language except when venting about problems in his inventions, but unlike how it felt in the lab, Leon was beginning to fear for both his life and Percy's as he watched all hell break loose in the kitchen.

    There were points where Leon felt obligated to go and help him, or to use what little energy he had to yell instructions at him from across the room, but he didn't have the ability to do either of these things in his current condition. All he could do was sit there on the couch, helplessly watching his friend conjure up a pot of food poison for them to feast on. He stared at the scene, eyes wide with horror and shock as if he were watching a car wreck—he couldn't take his eyes off of the inevitable tragedy. Wait, was that smoke?!

    By the end of it all, there was soup. Nothing more. Nothing less. Leon wasn't religious, but as Percy placed the tray of food on his lap, he closed his eyes and prayed. He didn't know who or what was listening, but he was offering his worship if it meant he could leave this meal without a trip to the hospital to get his stomach pumped. Please.

    Leon opened his eyes after his sincere and small prayer, blowing off a spoonful of Percy's soup before eating it. The sickly expression on his face didn't change, but he internally confirmed it—it was terrible. His lack of taste aside, the texture was all over the place and the only thing that seemed to make the meal enjoyable were the glasses of water and platter of crackers. He was careful to not let his severe disappointment and terrible anxiety show on his face, though.

    "It's the thought that counts. But, Percy, in the future..." Leon looked at him, forcing as warm a smile as he could, his voice still quiet and raspy, "I'll be cooking our meals. All of them... so, can you have someone deliver groceries until this is over?"

    It was for both of their sake.

    Several Days Later

    About a week had passed since the beginnings of Leon's boronavirus diagnosis, and at this point, the worst had passed. The first few days consisted of relentless vomiting, violent coughing fits, a fever that would break and rise time and time again, and slumber so deep that even a Pergranden invasion wouldn't rouse him. But since yesterday, that was no longer the case.

    Leon, albeit still very ill, was well enough to move around without help. He still couldn't smell or taste anything, but that wasn't so bad now that he had forcefully taken over the kitchen the instant he could. While he still had nasty coughing fits, fatigue that he simply couldn't shake off, and weakness all over, he was still doing better than he was a few days ago. Percy, however, was anything but.

    Tap, tap.

    "Perce? You awake?" Leon gave two obligatory knocks on his bedroom door before letting himself in. For one reason or another, he ended up using the simple nickname and continued to use it during his care. Sometimes it felt easier to say that, and more endearing.

    In his hands was a tray complete with a platter of food fit for eating: chicken noodle soup (done right), a glass of water, a smaller mug of hot tea with honey and ginger, and crackers to complete the meal. Compared to Percy's cooking, Leon's was leagues apart. Even though neither of them could smell or taste anything, he took the liberty of seasoning it to perfection anyway since he ended up feeling irritated if he didn't try to make good food regardless of their condition.

    Inevitably so, Percy ended up snagging a nasty case of the boronavirus just like him, and while Leon was transitioning into a rocky recovery, Percy was entering the worst of it all. Funnily enough, it seemed as if their roles had swapped and it was now Leon's turn to be the caretaker while also tending to his own unwellness. It was probably nothing compared to what Percy was feeling right about now.

    "I ordered something for us to do if you feel well enough for it," Leon begun with his scratchy voice. It wasn't at such a sickeningly low octave like before, but the tenderness was still prevalent. He placed the tray on a nightstand and sat on the side of Percy's bed, turning over to look at him with his wild black hair dangling from his head—it was beginning to grow out. "You listening?"


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    Post by Percy 22nd January 2021, 1:02 am

    It was probably his embarrassment from utterly failing Leon with that soup that lowered his immune system's ability to fight off the virus. Experiences like that one didn't just disappear. Even in his extremely ill haze, his mind was haunted by his first time cooking anything. He was potentially traumatized now, and the likelihood he'd ever willingly enter a kitchen to do anything other than microwave a pre-prepared meal was slim to none. This is why he had a personal chef. This is why he owed her a raise and a text telling her how much he appreciated her.

    In fact, sick Percy was all around more...squishy than normal. And talkative despite the irritation to his throat. His tough-guy act was all but gone in the face of his high fever. At one point he'd told Leon how much he loved his brother, and that he was the only person in his family that cared about him, what with his cold father and indifferent (and a little crazy) mother. He'd also informed him that Wallard was like a father to him, but made Leon swear to never tell the old, rugged man. And this was all between bouts of coughing hard enough to make his ribs hurt. Having sore ribs in the face of his numerous trips to throw his guts into the toilet was a special kind of hell.

    Percy didn't even move as Leon spoke to him, laying with his back to the man as if he was dead. He felt dead. He sincerely wished he would just die so he could feel better. After a moment of silence, Percy dramatically sighed. "I've decided to leave you this house and the lab in my will. You'll take good care of it, right?" Percy's voice was nowhere near as low as Leon's on a normal day, but with this crud, it was getting there. After he spoke, he slowly rolled to look at Leon, face flushed and sweaty... and a little pouty. Even though his body was hot to the touch, he couldn't seem to stop shivering. The three blankets thrown over him did little to keep his quivering down, but the appearance of Leon's body heat had him coiling around it like a snake on a warm rock.

    It was only with mild interest that the man pressed up against whatever parts of Leon's body he could possibly touch approached Leon's question. "What did you order?" he asked before deciding if he felt up to it, then started coughing and holding his throat as it ached and burned. Even though he was just now in the full throes of this cursed virus, he was at least out of the completely delirious, semi-comatose part. He wasn't sure if he'd been like Leon was, but if he had been, he sincerely felt sorry for his recovering friend.

    Even though he felt crappy enough to actually stay in bed and crave Leon's comforting headpats, that didn't mean that Percy was enjoying doing nothing. He was an active guy. His hands being idle was almost worse than feeling and looking like death warmed over. Whatever Leon had planned seemed to require some sort of action, even if it was just mental.

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    In Progress Re: Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon)

    Post by Leon Hoffman 22nd January 2021, 2:07 am



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    "Oh, definitely. I'll turn it into a pawn shop for all of your stuff, and then buy a dozen hazmat suits to decorate your tomb," Leon teased back with a serious look on his face, looking at Percy's back as he sighed theatrically. Eventually, Percy turned around and showed his face to him in all of its sweaty and flushed glory. The dark-haired man smiled when he did, pleased to see his friend, even though he was not in a great condition.

    Maybe BOVID-19 was the best thing that had ever happened to the two, after all. Something about seeing one another as useless, sweaty heaps of vulnerable men created a sort of solidarity between them. They both learned a lot about one another in conversations that may have not happened if not for their circumstances, and Leon ended up swimming deep in the very conflict he was trying to avoid for weeks now—Percy himself.

    Cooped up in a house alone with a friend whom Leon regarded fondly really loosened the tight boundaries he kept on himself for so long, and eventually, he completely dismissed them altogether. Despite his appearance, Leon was a very physical and cuddly man, and if his sickly haze was not enough to make him embrace his most natural impulses, a pouting and touchy Percy certainly would. It did. On multiple occasions. He really didn't seem to care anymore, actually.

    "I got Wario Kart for the Nintendome Swap," Leon replied in between clearings of his throat and threats of coughing fits, continuing his caretaking routine as Percy clung to him. He leaned over to the nightstand where the tray sat and next to it was another tray of items he had left in the room for whenever he came in to care for Percy: pills for fever reduction, a stack of small, dry towels, a bowl of ice water that he frequently refreshed, and some other things that were nice to have on the spot. He went on to wet a towel, gingerly and meticulously dabbing it over Percy's sweaty face before placing it on his forehead.

    After that, Leon was quick to get comfortable. He looked at Percy with soft eyes in addition to his intense complexion and changed positions so that he was sitting up beside him on the edge of the bed. He laid there and continued to gently card through his friend's hair, finding the sight and feeling of his fingers combing through his hairs almost therapeutic—as if he were petting a cat on his lap. At first, it was stuff like this that Leon tried to avoid in moments of innocent temptation since Percy didn't look like the type who would enjoy that sort of physical attention. But, lately, seemed to care less and less about the rules he had placed on himself.

    "Want me to set it up while you eat?" Leon spoke in a hushed, husky voice, as if not to disturb a sleeping child. With all this sharing they were doing, Leon found it difficult to ignore the obvious fondness he held for Percy, and like so many other things, he dismissed any sort of red flags he came across if only to enjoy their budding, borona-infested friendship without having to worry about the implications. Leon was still feeling pretty shitty himself, still. "I'm going to take those blankets away from you, by the way... you're not as cold as you think you are."

    Having had the worst of BOVID himself, Leon took up the caretaking torch with a little bit more confidence than he would've if he hadn't. He was able to hide anxiety pretty well, but who didn't get nervous when faced with a virus with no known cure? Honestly, seeing Percy so unwell made his heart ache with apprehension. It was his fault that he caught it, after all. If Leon hadn't been so careless, this wouldn't have happened to him. With this guilt tormenting him throughout Percy's recovery, Leon made it his mission to make him as comfortable as possible.


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    In Progress Re: Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon)

    Post by Percy 22nd January 2021, 7:16 am

    Percy hadn't thought he'd enjoy the type of physical attention either, if only because he'd never encountered it before. And while he might have been way more stubbornly resistant in a healthy state, enough to deny his wants and needs in order to save face, right now he was vulnerable and not thinking of the implications. When he was sick, the semi-red head was plenty pouty, a touch dramatic, and definitely craved physical comfort to ease the misery of his symptoms. Sick Percy also just flat out took what he wanted if given the opportunity, evidenced by him leaning against Leon in some way every time the man came within range. Soothed by the fingers sliding through his air and the warmth of the breathing space heater next to him, he slipped into contentment. He'd likely have fallen right back to sleep if the dark-haired man hadn't mentioned something that grabbed his attention.

    Being a nerd was no surprise to anyone, but he really did embrace many of the qualities outside just being intelligent and absorbed in his work. Though he didn't indulge in them too often, he loved video games. "Wario Kart?" he repeated, a spark of excitement crossing his face. He wasn't sure if he was truly up to playing, but he'd like to give it a try. It could be fun to race against Leon, break up the cycle of discomfort the sick men felt. The only obstacles that brought him back around to a pout were the mentions of eating and taking his blankets away. The first just didn't sound good. His stomach was still a little queasy and not being able to taste it made it even worse somehow, but he knew he needed to if his strength would ever return. The second just seemed cruel. Even though his skin was on fire and he kept a layer of sweat on him, the air felt so cold that he just never felt warm. "But Leeooon, that's mean," he quietly whined, but ultimately relented. "I guess... set it up," he huffed, slowly sitting up in the bed to reach over for the tray of food. As everything did that Leon had made so far, it looked appetizing. Much better than his paltry attempt. But he'd yet to taste any of it and just looking at it gave him a close call of having to toss it off and honestly just dry heave into the toilet, since he had nothing left in the tank. After a few moments it passed, though, so he started to carefully sip the broth and nibble some crackers. It was the least he could do after his houseguest had gone to the trouble to make it despite feeling unwell himself. Percy could also tell he was very nearly dehydrated, so he needed to do better if he was trying to worry Leon less.

    He also didn't necessarily like Leon's warmth leaving, but if it was to set up a game and return, he'd accept it. When this was over he was going to have plenty to get embarrassed about. If he even tried to unpack their developing behaviors with each other, he'd have a whole new level of issues to deal with. The soft gazes and smiles they shared would be troublesome enough, but the cuddling and physical behaviors were something you couldn't really walk back. Neither was the warmth in his chest when Leon was around and the disappointment when he left the room. Or the problematic strings that were getting attached. This wasn't just two bros making a bond of friendship, this was possibly even more terrifying than their more tense encounters. Though he didn't do much other than lean against the other man, he wanted to reach out and touch him. Percy was hands-off with people, but otherwise a tactile type of person. He worked with his hands all day long. He was constantly touching things he liked, be it fabric, wires, metal, plastic, or whatever he was looking at or working on. You could tell a lot about things by touching them. This impulse had never existed concerning another human being, but yet there it was. He wanted to reach out and run his fingers over his skin, but the closest he got was grabbing onto the bottom edge of Leon's shirt a couple times. It was enough for now. Many of his inhibitions were switched off due to crippling illness, but some behaviors and disciplines truly ran deep.

    With about half of his food down and cautiously accepted into his stomach without a violent reaction, he followed his meal with a couple pills and a gulp of water. After another pause, it seemed that would stay down as well, and perhaps that would allow him to feel well enough to kick Leon's butt at Wario Kart. "I wanna be Vowzer," he suddenly said, a habit from playing games with his brother. If you didn't declare the character you wanted, it would likely get snatched. Even after declaring it could still get snatched, and then a fight would ensue, and then Percy'd end up playing someone lame.

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    In Progress Re: Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon)

    Post by Leon Hoffman 22nd January 2021, 2:03 pm



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    Percy acted like a marshmallow when he was sick, as Leon was beginning to find out, and it made his heartthrob each time. Every time Percy whined, pouted, and clung to him, Leon could feel his brow twitch just slightly as he tried to suppress his growing attraction for his friend. He ended up frowning a lot in order to stop himself from grinning, and he found it easiest to look at Percy only when Percy wasn't looking at him. At this point, he tried not to think about what it'd be like after they both fully recovered, seeing as they've made unintentional steps in an unforeseen direction since being cooped up here together. Ever since Leon escaped his feverish daze, he had time to confront what was obviously happening to him, and he decided to ignore it for the sake of his own enjoyment. It was selfish, but how could he push Percy away when he clung to him like that? Every time he told himself that he'd maintain the boundaries between them, he grew weak every time Percy did something remotely cute and ended up succumbing to his own cuddly, physical needs whenever he got the chance. In hindsight, it was sort of embarrassing.

    "I'll be quick," Leon told him, taking the tray from Percy's lap once he finished half of it in addition with a pill and some water, and placed it back on the nightstand. The vomiting was probably the worst part of the illness, so Leon always kept an eye on him whenever he ate. But as he watched him eat, he was also a little anxious about how he'd respond to his offer to video games.

    When he was much younger, Leon had a friend who would play this type of stuff with him. He wanted to play with Percy, but he wasn't sure if he was actually into this type of thing, and it would've really sucked if he wasn't—Nintendome didn't mess around with their prices, and buying two controllers was no joke either. The Swap was Leon's first luxury purchase since he started working for Percy, and he was eager to play with him. So, when the semi-redhead not only perked up but called dibs on Vowser, of all characters, Leon met him with an excited twinkle in his sharp eyes. Just as he warned, he peeled off the layers of blankets Percy was hogging and then hastily made his way downstairs.

    After vanishing downstairs for a few seconds, Leon returned with a large plastic bag with several colorful boxes inside. The set up took under ten minutes as he hooked everything up to the television in his room, and when he finished connecting him, he crawled back in bed next to Percy with two controllers in hand.

    "I'd feel really bad if I beat a sick kid too harshly, so I'll go easier on you," Leon smirked smugly as he handed the controller to Percy, his legs criss-crossed as he sat next to him. He booted the game and navigated to the character select menu, where he scrolled over to Donkey King. "You can turn auto-steering on if you think it'll give you an edge, man."


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    Post by Percy 23rd January 2021, 2:30 am

    By the time Leon returned, Percy had reclaimed one of his blankets. Instead of laying back down, though, he was still sitting up with it wrapped around his back and pulled over his head like a hood, though the shivering was making his teeth chatter and thus deepening his pout as his friend returned with the new system and game. He might not be as cold as he thought he was, but his body was definitely reacting as if he was sitting in a frozen tundra. When it was quiet, the teeth clacking was probably audible across the room.

    As soon as he returned to the bed, Percy scooched himself closer to his side so that their shoulders touched. Then he snatched the controller and scowled competitively. "You're still sick too, you know," he reminded him, though it was clear that Percy was now the worse off of the two and off his game with comebacks. But even if he did feel like his head was almost too heavy to keep up, his competitive spirit would fuel him. Closely examining the controller and getting used to the feel, a smile reemerged on his face. "I've been wanting to try a Swap," he noted, watching as the game booted up. With the swiftness of an experienced younger sibling, he quickly claimed Vowser, just in case Leon was fibbing about letting him have the spikey villain of the series. It seemed his friend was telling the truth, though, since he went for the King of Gorillas himself. It seemed this would be a game of trash talk, so Percy nudged Leon with his arm. "I don't need training wheels to beat you. We'll just have to see what happens," he said, in it to win it as usual. Very competitive.

    The characters, cars, and track were chosen. The controls were simple enough, though Percy had to admit it took some getting used to. More than once he growled and threw himself into a coughing fit because he didn't brake to drift soon enough in a hairpin curve on the cartoony track and sailed off the edge. He didn't like not being good at things, but he was a quick study. He improved quickly, but honestly, a lot of Wario Kart was luck. All the racers were given various traps to use on each other to try and gain an advantage, so the chaos made it impossible to strategize or rely completely on skill. That was both good and bad for new players and extremely competitive people.

    Percy was all but praying for a blue shell at this point since Leon and most of the NPCs were in front of him. His brows were furrowed in concentration and frustration. Leaning forward in concentration, he perched in a kneeling position. It seemed set that he'd lose the first round, and he could only imagine the smack Leon would talk. Every shell color came and was used, letting him gain a few more positions, and banana peels kept people from getting too close from behind, but it was too late. The finish line came and the whistle sounded. He didn't win. "Uuugggh," he groaned, flopping dejectedly forward onto the mattress. He smashed his face into the blankets and waited, barely turning to peek a single eye at Leon.

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    In Progress Re: Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon)

    Post by Leon Hoffman 23rd January 2021, 12:13 pm



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    Leon seemed particularly pleased to find out that Percy seemed just as willing to smack-talk as he was. He sort of figured that that'd be the case, since he was pretty cocky when they sparred. But it's been over a week since they've abandoned their usual routines, so Wario Kart was supposed to be a substitute for their competitive natures. Who would've thought that it'd do the trick?

    Still, being sick made the experience milder than it would've been if Leon's health were well. Just how he was with most things, Leon played games intensely. He was vocal and jumpy and was one of those people who knew that pushing the buttons harder didn't make your gameplay more effective, but did it anyway. As if to top it all off, he also cursed a lot when things didn't go his way, so, needless to say, it was entertaining when he lost. But this wasn't the case, here.

    For the majority of the race, Leon had been in the top three racers. He alternated between first, second, and third place over the course of the track, and ended up landing in second by the end of it all. Turns out the computers were much harder to race against than he initially thought, but second place was far better than how far behind Percy was.

    "Oh man, did I—did I just completely destroy the Percy Dagger exactly how I said I would?" Leon looked at Percy when he glimpsed at him, the smuggest look on his face. When Leon won petty competitions like this, he made sure to rub it in. He clicked through the leaderboards on the screen in preparation for the next race in the cup, "I bet you wanna cry right now, right? I'll tell you what. If you get in a higher place than me this round, I'll do any one thing you want, and same for me. No questions asked. 'Kay? You need some motivation, right?"

    Leon really, really enjoyed rubbing this stuff in.


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    Post by Percy 27th January 2021, 2:12 am

    After squinting one eye hatefully at Leon and turning his face back into the mattress and blankets, he muttered something rather rude that died muffled in the fabric and remained that way to cool off his competitive temper. Once he had returned to some sort of composed normal, he raised slowly and leaned back with determination. He was usually a very calm gamer, but he had been known to lose his temper on occasion. Those occasions being when he played with others. Actually, that was just a lie. He wasn't a calm gamer, it just seemed that way because normally he was very good. Who gets upset when they usually win? In the few times he struggled against someone superior, it was just his curses and small fits of rage were restrained in the interest of saving face. If he was playing someone he knew well enough to let his guard down, it was a whole different ball game. "Anything?" he asked darkly, looking especially severe with his ill pallor and dark circles. "Deal. Don't throw a fit like you normally do when I don't let you win, okay?"

    The round that followed was...loud. Very loud. Between Leon's typical method of vicious button mashing, controller jerking, and yelling and Percy's renewed and slightly desperate need to destroy his martial arts mentee bringing out the worst of his mutterings, strings of curses, and smacking the controller against the bed when a trap spun him out, it was good Percy lived in a house alone. That, and the chorus of coughing in between all the loud gamer noises would have driven anyone else mad.

    In the end, Percy was trailing behind Leon, who had adjusted to the ruthlessness of the NPCs and had claimed first a lap ago. Percy had also improved and was right on his tail, but between NPC interference and Leon's banana peels, he thought he would lose again. He could already feel the dread and rage bubbling within as he glanced to the mini-map. Two more curves and they'd be at the finish line, and then Leon would be insufferable. What would he ask for? He didn't want to think about it. However, as the RNGesus of the game would smile a final blessing down on the sickly man, Percy's Vowser rolled the ultimate "Eff you" to 1st place racers. Percy's tense frown turned into a wicked grin. He wouldn't hesitate. "God can no longer save you!" he cried, activating it and sending that satanic blue shell with spikes. It flew forth from Vowser's claws, zipping through their short distance like a knife through butter. Donkey King was hit! He spun out, and with any luck, would sail over the edge of the precarious track so that little cloud dude would have to raise him back up. Either way, Percy zipped right past and crossed the finishline.

    "HAHA! Who wants to cry now?" Percy whooped, jumping up onto his bed and bouncing himself around on his feet to face his defeated foe from a higher, more victorious position. Getting up so fast made him dizzy, though, and the resulting stress on his lungs sent him into a fit of coughing, so the exuberant celebration wasn't long lived. Even as he crashed back down onto the mattress and Leon, he was laughing and wheezing between his hacking, clearly pleased that he'd won when it counted.

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    Post by Leon Hoffman 27th January 2021, 11:22 pm



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    Everything was going so well. Just like the race before, Leon managed to stay in the top three racers for the majority of the race. His cleverly placed banana peels obstructed the track behind him and ruined many of his opponents' chances at securing a spot at the top. He avoided red shells with his green ones, and he managed to take some faster shortcuts along the way. At some point, he managed to secure a spot at the lead of the crowd, managing to stay in first place until the final lap—it seemed certain that he was going to win, and he wore a confident smirk for a long time. The trophy was about to fall right into his lap, so how could things go so wrong?

    Every now and then, Leon would briefly click a button to check his rearview. The computers that he had been sharing the track with for the majority of the race suddenly began to change more and more until it was no one but him and Percy shooting for the finish line. Leon began to grow anxious, but he was still far enough in front of his friend in order to win the race yet again—or so he thought. Suddenly, he saw the blue shell appear in his foe's hands, and his heart sank knowing what impending doom was about to come upon him. His face grew red, his eyes eager and panicked as he slowly leaned over. He mashed his buttons, raised his voice, and still, it seemed like there was no escape. There was nothing more he could do, and soon the blue shell circled over his character like a vulture, and Donkey King exploded in extravagant combustion of blue, stopping his kart in the middle of the track as Percy dashed past him, along with four other racers. Leon lost and ended up crossing the finish line in sixth place.

    "WHAT THE FUCK, MAN!" Leon burst out in a fit of defeated rage, just like usual. When he won, Leon was insufferable, but when he lost, his anger and displeasure was the most satisfying reward that any competition could ever offer. His face contorted into a nasty glare, like a child who grew angry when the dog they hit suddenly bit back. Slamming his controller onto the mattress, he began to curse at no one in particular. "How's that shit allowed, anyway?! Punishing the dude who is clearly killin' it so that other people can win? What a fucking joke! Hey!—Ngh!"

    Amidst Percy's obnoxious cheers, the semi-redhead came crashing back down onto Leon, continuing to laugh even after the minor collision. Leon, on the other hand, was still every bit as upset as he was before, lying beneath Percy with a clearly irritated look on his face. He stared at his friend, eyes sharpened and nose crinkled, throwing the fit just as the semi-redhead predicted. Still, feeling him against him like this quieted that anger for a moment as he wrapped Percy in a weak embrace. His big, strong arms coiled around Percy's waist in a delicate squeeze—not too firm as if he were pushing him into his body, but not so fragile that he could roll out of it as he silently admitted defeat. Lately, his body was moving before his mind could catch up with it.

    "Shut up, dude. You know that the way you won was total bullshit," Leon look at him, laying there with his brows in a screw and his lips sealed in an almost pouting frown. "So, what do you want?"


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    In Progress Re: Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon)

    Post by Percy 2nd February 2021, 10:43 pm

    Percy continued to laugh wickedly as he observed Leon's pout, relishing in the man's defeated tantrum from his higher position. "It was completely within the rules of the game," he smirked, enjoying when luck was on his side but knowing it could just as easily be against him. That didn't matter right now, though. He won. Both of them were sore losers and equally sore winners, but it was still in mostly good fun. He was winding down, though. Expending so much energy and precious oxygen laughing and hopping around had taken a lot out of him. The dizziness persisted, twisting his stomach and causing him to still in Leon's loose embrace, flushed, sweaty, and infuriatingly satisfied. The laughs became soft pants as he struggled to get enough air through his afflicted lungs to make up for all the screaming. Perhaps normally he'd have squirmed out of his arms or thought about what it must look like to be flopped on top of another man, but in this case, Percy just gave Leon a weak smile and lowered his heavy head onto the man's shoulder. The dark-headed man beneath him was so warm, something his feverish body craved even more than air. It'd be ok to take a little break like this, right? Especially since he'd taken his blankets.

    Well, maybe it wasn't okay, but there wasn't a lot of choice. "Just...gimme a second, okay? I'm so dizzy," he mumbled, frankly afraid to move. The nausea wasn't so bad that it was a real threat, but one wrong move could make it one from his experience, and he wasn't sure he had the strength or energy right now to get himself to the bathroom. Secondly, Leon the heat lamp was too soothing to willingly let go of. Thirdly, he was a cuddly marshmallow with no willpower when he felt ill. Leon could shove him off if he wanted and he wouldn't complain...much. It was just nice to have a break from the endless shivering.

    Now seemed as good of a time as any to try and think of what he wanted for his request. In fact, Percy had no intentions of using his one, no-questions-asked request yet. He wanted to bank it for another day when it could really count and make his victory that much sweeter. There was no way of knowing what that was until the moment arrived, but it got away from him. Before he really knew what he was doing, his mouth moved on its own to speak what he'd been thinking off and on all week. "I really like I when you run your fingers through my hair. Feels nice...maybe you could do that for a while," he said in a soft voice. Once he realized he'd said it aloud, embarrassment flooded his already reddened cheeks, but he couldn't help but think he'd be killing two birds with one stone. The shivering from the fever had kept him from getting much sleep. If Leon was close enough to comfort him with head pats, then he was also close enough to keep him warm while maybe he slept a little.

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    Leon Hoffman
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    In Progress Re: Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon)

    Post by Leon Hoffman 3rd February 2021, 6:13 pm



    Six Feet Apart, Please! (Percy/Leon) - Page 2 Ffjuec7

    Sometimes things that fall apart are actually falling into place



    Watching Percy lower his head into his shoulder suddenly made Leon feel a bit strange. His heart began to race a little. It was funny how one minute, Leon couldn't care less about what was unfolding and did things as if they were natural, and another minute, he got all worked up like this. This was one gnarly fever.

    In any case, it was no surprise that after all of that jumping and shouting that Percy was drifting away into drowsiness. That bout of energy from before was short-lived, and after a short while, even Leon was beginning to get tired. All he could do was lay there with Percy on top of him, listening to his mumbling with the music of the game playing ambiently in the background. Compared to Leon, Percy was smaller in size, and fit so nicely in his arms. It was kind of crazy to know that this was the same guy that could wipe the floor with him easily, but now he was just a cuddly mess of a man. Leon could hardly complain, though. After all, he wasn't any better.

    Percy's next request surprised Leon just a little bit, his eyes widening just fractionally as he held his friend in a ginger embrace. Throughout these last few days, Leon often found himself playing with the hair he seemed so attracted to. He'd run his fingers through the locks of white and red until he was satisfied or he couldn't any longer, but he hadn't thought much about it until now. It's not like Percy recoiled away whenever he did it, so he obviously didn't mind it, but to think that he'd use his no-questions-asked reward for it?

    "Oh. Yeah, okay. Sure..." Leon mimicked the same softness in his tone, quietly beginning to run his fingers through Percy's hair, carding through it like he was playing with silk. His other hand rested on Percy's waist, holding him in place as the two laid there in a sick silence. He was adorable... but that was probably the fever talking, wasn't it?

    . . . . . . . . .

    The days that followed that moment seemed long and unpleasant. Leon continued to endure nasty coughing fits, oppressing fatigue and weakness, and the worst headaches he's had since he was thirteen. Percy, on the other hand, continued to suffer through the worst of it. Between the vomiting and terrible fevers, Leon couldn't decide which was worse for him. Seeing him like that, he couldn't help but feel guilty. He was the reason he was sick with boronavirus, after all. If he had been more careful, then maybe it wouldn't have ended up that way.

    On the bright side, it opened up a lot of opportunities to get closer to his friend. Leon found himself succumbing to every opportunity to bundle up next to Percy, or resuming one of their matches on the Swap, and he couldn't help but get worked up each time. He'd become self-conscious of his own heartbeat, and he much preferred hanging around Percy's side instead of sleeping on the couch all the time.

    Eventually, enough time passed to a point where both of them were on their way of making a full recovery, which was pretty remarkable considering neither of them had actually went to the hospital. By the end of their two-three week quarantine, Leon's symptoms had all become mild, if even present at all. He felt about as good as he did when he didn't have Bovid, actually. There was just one problem.

    His fever and headache were long gone, so why did he still get so worked up when he was with Percy?

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