Beautiful Thing
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During the course of her life, Patricia had become used to being the one to lead.
She opened her mouth once more as the other girl continued to feed her gently.
The very thought of subservience hadn't even occurred to her. So she was left feeling somewhat confused by this reversal in their positions.
Or maybe that was just the fever talking.
Either way, it was a strange feeling to be bossed around so that she could be doted on. A sentence that didn't even make sense in her head – speaking it out loud would probably have made it mind-numbingly confusing.
The food was delicious, though she wasn't sure if there was some kind of prejudice from the wonderful way in which she was being fed.
A cool hand was placed on her forehead and there was a slight hum of thought.
"I think it's going down, but it's still pretty hot," Patricia smiled as the immediate response flashed through her head, but she didn't really feel like trying to flirt – which probably meant that she should stay in bed for a while longer.
Patricia's first thought this morning had been disconnected halfway through her brain, but she was fairly certain that it'd been related to bunnies, bikinis, and parachutes. Or maybe that had just been her dream?
She sighed. Sometimes she really wanted to videotape her dreams – these times were usually proportional to how much skin had been revealed inside of them.
Regardless of what her first thought had been that morning, making it to school was a lost cause, and so she'd somehow managed to call in sick, before collapsing on the couch.
She'd spent an hour or so trying to distract herself from her inability to sleep and her lack of health using whatever anime or manga that proved available. She'd been more or less successful, but the earlier distractions couldn't compare to the first few moments after she'd opened the door.
Patricia honestly doubted that school had let out at this time, meaning that she was probably skipping class – which was extraordinary even if you didn't take her sister into account – and by some miraculous chance, she'd shown enough insight to shop for ingredients before showing up at her doorstep – Patricia had never been the kind to stock up on anything but anime and fast-food.
She'd hit like a tornado, gently – but firmly – guiding Patricia back to bed, burying her under blankets as she tucked her in. Then she'd started cooking, as well as cleaning up after the American's attempt at self-curing, somehow managing both tasks with ease.
Patricia would've tried watching her work, but the blankets were kind of holding her in place, serving as a brilliant counter against her will to move around.
Patricia had soon given up struggling against her heavy shackles, instead doing her best to fall asleep, since that seemed like the option that would bore her the least.
It did work, and for a while, the world was a black, deliciously smelling, void of consciousness.
Soon however, light broke through the blackness, and she was forced to deal with whatever the world threw at her again.
It threw Tsukasa. And Patricia was suddenly left feeling like she owed it a few hundred favors, or so.
Spoon by delicious spoon, the bowl in the shorter girl's lap was slowly emptying. And though it might've been fun to try to have her feed her mouth to mouth, she was felt oddly satisfied with this. After all, she didn't want her to catch the cold – she wasn't nearly as good at housework, and would probably destroy just about everything before Tsukasa would get any better.
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A/n: Personally, I think this pairing makes more sense than Konata x Patricia, but that might just be me.