Fandom: Spirou et Fantasio
Characters/Pairing: Young!Champignac/young!Zorglub
AN:
Oh god how did this get here I am not good with computer
The room is dimly lit with the exception of the sharp shine of a desk lamp, on a desk over which a young man is hunched, sketching feverishly.
Pacôme moves closer and lightly grasps a bony shoulder - the tense muscles feel painfully hard under his hand - and gives it a shake.
"Have you eaten anything... already?" Pacôme questions after a quick glance at his wrist watch. Zorglub shrugs his hand off, giving a small frustrated wave without turning to look at him.
"Not hungry. No time for that."
Pacôme stays silent, inspecting his friend. The black hair is ruffled up from the countless times the young man has ran his fingers through it, and the wrinkled shirt hangs loosely over the thin frame, giving an impression of the wearer that he's bigger than he actually is.
The mycologist rubs his chin thoughtfully, unable to stop the mischievous grin from creeping to his lips.
Zorglub jumps in surprise when the other man's hands slowly slide under his arms, feeling, almost caressing his ribs. He quickly turns to face his friend, hitting his elbow on the corner of the desk in the process.
"Wh-"
"I really do think you should eat something my friend, you're all skin and bones! And getting some sleep probably wouldn't hurt either." Pacôme's wide smile is seemingly innocent, but his hands stay in their place.
Zorglub swallows.
"Um. Uh, yes. Perhaps I should, after all."
"Good!" The hands leave his body to give him a small encouraging pat on the shoulders. "You should know that nutrition and rest keep the mind healthy and active. And less likely to blow something up out of frustration," Pacôme says, amused.
Zorglub raises quickly, bangs his knee against the desk and almost falls over before stumbling past the older man, quiet for once.
Pacôme notes the small flush on his friend's face and smirks to himself.