--- The One Time Rem and Knives Can Agree... ---
Knives felt miserable. What had Rem called it, the measles? What a horribly misleading and deceptive name that was. Measles sounded derived from measly, another word for meager or insignificant, and NO WAY was what he felt now any way 'meager' or 'insignificant'. It should be called the substantials, or even more accurate, the godmaketheitchinggoawayias.
"Knives?" His twin had come for his nightly two minute visit, kept separated during his illness by their foster mother. "Rem said I could come say goodnight. Are you still sick?"
Knives could only answer that with a groan. He tried to prop himself up on his pillow, but was too tired. And the light from the doorway hurt his eyes. He licked dry lips. "What did you do today?"
"Oh!" his brother brightened, "Rem and I had a picnic. Then we pretended to be pirates for awhile… Guess what! Joey let me pilot the ship! Or, rather," Vash smiled sheepishly, "he let me sit in his chair on the bridge. He said I was a mighty pirate, too. Hrm… then Rem and I made cookies with Mary. Your favorite kind, with the nuts. We shared them with the crew. Rem says its fun to share."
Knives felt another groan coming on. "Did you save me any?"
"Huh? Nope, Steve ate the last one. Too bad you're sick, Knives, Rem and I are having a LOT of fun together! We're supposed to explore more of the ship tomorrow!"
"Vash…" Knives weakly waved him nearer, and when his brother was close enough he coughed on him.
Rem was right. It was fun to share.