A Drabble A Day #12: Chicken Soup
"Is this a cliche or what?" Claude eyed the bowl warily, coughing. "You seriously expect me to eat this bloody soup you made? It looks terrible."
"Uh, yeah," snapped Peter. "I made it for you, the least you can do is try some of it!"
The older man pushed the bowl away in disgust. "Not happening. Sorry. I'm not hungry." He sneezed a few times, but hastily looked away from the empath's patronizing glance.
Peter sighed. "Look, you need to eat something. You're still sick. At least drink some orange juice!"
Claude chuckled. "Soup and orange juice? What kind of taste buds do you have?"
Now Peter was really frustrated. He muttered under his breath, and Claude could hear "just trying to be nice", "want you to feel better", and "so ungrateful" among his mumblings. He grabbed the bowl and was about to pour out the soup when a firm hand stopped him.
"Don't be so hasty, Poodle." Claude picked up a spoon and dipped it into the bowl, then stuck it into his mouth. He made a face, but Peter saw him swallow it.
"Happy now?"
Peter was still pouting, but he replied, "Maybe."
"Good. Now let's see how long I can keep it down without pukin'..."
"Claude!"
A/N: Double drabble again.