At length, John and Fira finally arrived at Thorneville. As soon as they had slipped into the town's borders, Fira mentally calculated the time he had left before the village was plague-stricken.
"Three days," he mused, sneaking a glance at John, who was leading him towards one of the quaint, pastel apartments, slightly run-down with age. "How am I going to get rid of this guy?"
"Did you say anything?" Fira was snapped from his reverie, looking at a very inquisitive John as he frantically searched his brain for an answer. Finally, the obvious was found.
"No."
"Oh, alright. I have food if you're hungry."
"I'm fine, thanks." Fira followed John into the kitchen warmth, lost in thought, when suddenly something warm tackled him, some of the warmth sliding down his throat while he tried to figure out what the hell was happening.
"John. Geroff."
"Not 'till you eat soup." Oh. So the warm stuff was soup. Fira should really get his mind out of the gutter.
"Geez kid, I can't eat soup with you sitting on me. How old are you anyway?"
"Eighteen. Therefore I am not a kid." John's smile turned downright maniac. "You are, though. Now open up, sweet cheeks."
"Hey! I'm only a ye-mphf," Fira found himself with a mouthful of soup, swallowing it before continuing: "a year younger than you, so you can stop that."
"Really?" John got off, letting Fira sit up before shoving the bowl of soup into Fira's hands."You look so much younger, Dave."
"Yep. Dermatologists hate me." Fira allowed a small smile, while John stalled and broke into giggles.
"Giggles?"
"They're...ha...very manly giggles, mind you," John reciprocated, walking into the living room and plunking himself down at his computer. Fira watched with mild interest, fighting a losing battle with sleep,when John spoke again.
"Dave?" John's voice echoed across the space between them. "Dave wake up. Listen to this."
"I'm…" Fira sat up, rubbing his eyelids, and yawned. "...awake. Whaddaya need?"
"A plague," Fira's face paled at John's words, "has affected the towns surrounding Hollybear Forest," John turned to face Fira. "Did you know that, Dave? Is that why you were out alone in the forest?"
It was too easy to lie, to just go along with what John had said: "Yep. You found my secret, Windy-Doc." Fira held his arms up in mock-surrender.
"Oh ok. I sure hope it doesn't spread out here." John shrugged. Fira breathed a sigh of relief, settling back on the couch and letting himself drift away from consciousness.
John looked up from the computer a while later, smiling at Fira's sleeping form. After a minute, he spoke, softly, to himself.
"Seems like I've got myself into a bit of a pickle, Dave." He hefted Fira onto his shoulder, grunting a bit under his dead weight. "But I'm not about to let you go." He took Fira to his bed, tucked him, and stole away into the night.
A/N: It's M.C TWDF again! just wanted to ask y'all whether Dave and John should become Dave/John (as in, a "thing")? You can vote on my profile, the poll shall be open and awaiting your opinion! TF OUT!
