" I Told You To Stay In Bed, Dove. I Can Make You Soup.

" i told you to stay in bed, dove. i can make you soup.

" i know what happens when you cook, my love. " she manages a raspy laugh, pulling her blanket tighter around herself as she stirs the pot of canned soup. agatha would've opted for homemade soup, but her energy has been almost totally sapped. " don't worry about me, okay? i'll— " a fit of coughs interrupt her and she braces herself against the counter, coughing into the crook of her elbow. she groans, bringing her hand up to her head. the pounding headache has returned, the kind that makes her brain feel twice as large and her skull twice as small. gods, and she thought her seasonal allergies were rough.

" i just... n-need to sit now. " she sighs, making her cough a bit more. whatever it is that she picked up when she brought maren's lunch to her a few days ago, it's awful. agatha moves into the dining room, lowering herself into a chair, holding her head in her hands. " the soup just needs a f-few more minutes and then i will get b-back into bed, i promise. "

thinking about soryn's angel verse

Plum sets down a cake near the faerie. "Happy birthday Aggie~!"

she steps through the front door, sighing now that she's home. she hangs up her denim jacket, her keys, kicks off her shoes and sets her bag on the couch. today was such a busy day that she completely forgot it was her birthday. agatha had no idea if plum was even planning anything! it seems he did, though, and she blinks in surprise at the cake as it's set down near her. it's decorated so prettily! " oh, plum, i-i completely forgot that it was my birthday. " agatha admits with a sheepish laugh, a hand coming up to rub her neck.

" i-it looks so good, though. i can't w-wait to try it. " she looks to plum, smiling, leaning in to kiss his temple. " h-how about we have a piece of it now? "

“No more fuzz balls.” Sorry Aggie, Shiro is putting his foot down. “We gotta enough of ‘em back at the house.” Stay strong, Shiro. Resist your adorable girlfriend’s pouting.

" but— but surely you can s-see she needs a good home, right? a-and f-food, water, and love? " she's pouting up at him even more now, beginning to hold the feline close to her body. " y-you wouldn't want this poor baby to struggle, right? " sure, the cat seems to have taken care of herself just fine up until now, but still. it's clear to agatha that some care and love would certainly benefit her.

she bats her lashes at shiro, making puppy dog eyes at him. " please, pretty please, my love? "

Cue Shiro walking around without a shirt on. And yes Agatha, he has abs.

the faerie gets comfortable in the couch, sitting with her legs crossed and her book resting in her lap. with her arm propped up against her thigh, she rests her jaw in her hand and begins to read. agatha's lost in her book for a while, until she sees shiro walking around from the corner of her eye, casting a glance upward. at first nothing seems out of the ordinary, so she goes back to her book, but then it clicks for her and she lifts her head, really looking at him now. so agatha wasn't just letting her imagination get the better of her: he is walking around shirtless!

agatha's gaze slowly drifts down his chest and over his abs, her heart fluttering like mad against her ribs as she appreciates what's in her line of sight. she swallows and looks back up toward his face, realizing he's staring at her. her eyes widen and her cheeks flush, making her freckles stand out more. the faerie quickly looks away, cupping her hand around her temple to keep herself from stealing another glance in his direction. that's so mean of him!

"Hey--" It's spoken quickly, just a way for the demon to get Aggie's attention so he can lean down and kiss the corner of her mouth. "You're very cute~"

" hm? " agatha's gaze lifts from her phone and she tilts her head upward, giving him her attention. with the sudden kiss to the corner of her mouth, her expression changes from one of curiosity to one of embarrassment. her freckles stand out more as her cheeks flush hotly, her blush spreading up to her pointed ears. her heart pounds rapidly against her ribs.

" j-james! y-you— you c-can't say or g-go and do a thing l-like that!! " the faerie protests, hiding her face in her hands.