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Dark walked into the darkened apartment, noting the empty take-out containers and water bottles that littered the living room. Now Dark knew something was up; the static demon was proud when it came to his cleanliness; he was almost worse than Dark in that matter. Scrunching his nose up, the monochrome demon continued further into the small apartment, gently knocking on the bedroom door. The male waited for a long moment before turning the knob and pushing open the door, finding the bedroom in the same state. Cautiously walking into the medium-sized bedroom, he found his partner wrapped up in his blankets with a pillow covering his face. Sighing, the monochrome demon gently lifted the pillow, earning a soft groan from the other male and setting his cool hand on his forehead. "You have a fever; why didn't you tell me you were sick? I would have postponed our mission tonight." Dark questioned me while walking into the bathroom.
He flicked on the neon light before he started rummaging through the medicine cabinet. A few moments later, Dark grabbed the Tylenol and a cup of water before returning to the bedroom. As Dark pulled out two Tylenol, Anti slowly sat up, his head pounding while the room around him was spinning. "Sorry," the static demon muttered, taking the cup and medicine.
The male sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Nothing to apologize for; we're a team." He smirked.
Anti fumbled with the blanket on his lap, chewing on his bottom lip. "What about the mission? Or the others?" He questioned.
The male watched Anti finish his water, gently taking the cup from the other and then setting it on the nightstand next to them. "Wilford has everything under control; we sent out Chase and Google instead," Dark explained.
The static demon chuckled, which melted into a coughing fit a few moments later. Dark scooped up the empty cup, walked back into the bathroom, and returned a few minutes later with more water. The younger demon took a long sip of water, swallowing harshly, before he started speaking again. "That sounds insane, even for you." He stammered.
The older demon smirked, setting a hand on Anti's. "That's why I have Host on speed dial." He stated.
"That sounds better," Anti smirked.
"Besides, I expect the pink maniac to disappear as soon as Chase gets back, so that's why I came up with a backup plan from the beginning," Dark explained. Anti finished his water, and Dark kissed the side of the other's head before standing. "Try and get some rest." He whispered.
The monochrome demon shortly afterward left the room, closing the door behind him. Dark paced around the kitchen, his mind racing with worry for his sick partner. He couldn't bear to see the other demon coughing and sneezing, covered in blankets, and feeling miserable. So, he decided to make some soup for him, hoping it would help him feel better.
He opened the fridge and took out some vegetables and chicken, laying them out on the counter. He then grabbed a pot and filled it with water, placing it on the stove to boil. As he waited for the water to heat up, he sliced the vegetables and cut the chicken into small pieces.
Once the water was boiling, he added the chicken and vegetables, along with some spices and herbs, and let it simmer for a while. The aroma of the soup filled the kitchen, and Dark couldn't help but smile, knowing that Anti would love it.
After a while, he ladled the soup into a bowl and carried it to the bedroom, where Anti was resting. He knocked gently on the door before entering, finding his partner still wrapped up in blankets, looking pale and tired. "Hey, sleepyhead," Dark whispered, holding out the bowl of soup. "I made you some soup. I thought it might help you feel better."
Anti groaned, sitting up with a pillow propped behind his back. He looked haggard and pale, his hair disheveled, and his eyes droopy. "Thanks, Dark," he mumbled, taking the bowl from his partner's hands.
Dark sat down next to him, watching as Anti took a few sips of the soup. "How does it taste?" he asked, concerned.
Anti nodded, savoring the warmth of the soup in his mouth. "It's good," he said, taking another sip. "Thank you."
Dark smiled, glad that the soup was helping. He leaned over, placing a hand on Anti's forehead again to check his fever. It had gone down a little, but he knew that Anti needed more medicine.
"Here," Dark said, holding out a glass of water and a couple of pills. "Take these. They'll help bring down your fever."
Anti swallowed the pills, washing them down with water. He leaned back against the pillows, feeling a little more comfortable. "Thanks, Dark," he said, closing his eyes.
"No problem; I'm glad you like it." He said he was setting the empty cup back down on the nightstand.
Anti continued drinking his soup; the warmth filled his body as he let out a content sigh. "You'll have to tell me the recipe just in case you get sick." The static demon beamed.
"You'll have to ask Celine; she used to make it for Mark and Will when they were younger," Dark informed him.
"This was before... You were made, right?" Anti asked.
Dark was silent for a long moment, closing his eyes and then inhaling deeply. "Yes." He replied.
"Do you have their memories?" The static demon pressed.
"Some... I have Celine's love for Will, and I also have Damien's annoying habit of caring for people he loves." The monochrome demon was explained.
They were silent for a long moment. The static demon was kind of grateful that Dark didn't bite his head off. Whenever anyone brought up the twins, the demon's mood was instantly sour. The younger male chalked it up to Damien's aura or the fact that the static demon was sick. "I'm glad you do; thank you for taking care of me and everything else," Anti said.
Dark smirked, kissing Anti's cheek. "Anytime, my love." He whispered.