It had been around two weeks since Rago had been reborn and all was well, sort of. Rago had been helping Dynamis' daily rituals of praying and ritual. After about three hours of this they spent the rest of the day in leisure, besides chorus. But to the blackette, something seemed off about Dynamis. Yes he was happy and smiling but... Something wasn't right. His poor lover was waking up at three to four in the morning and practically barfing up his insides.
This worried the black son, had he somehow made the greyette sick? It had started about a week after their... 'Make up night' and now he was slightly scared.
"Hey Rago," Dynamis asked in concern. "Are you all right? You were so deep in thought that I...?" He slowly drifted off as Rago pressed his forehead to his. "R-Rago?"
"You're not warm..."
"Rago? What's going on?" Dynamis starred as the blackette felt his cheeks.
"You're not sick, are you?" Blue eyes blinked as he took in the question. "No," He said giving his partner a strange look. "Why would I be?"
"Because every morning you keep having to get up and go to the bathroom and then you throw up! I'm worried about you!" Rago creased Dynamis' cheek and brought him close. "I can a sure you I'm not sick. I must of just eaten something bad, most likely my cooking, I've never been very good at that sort of thing..." Dynamis said. Rago gave a nod, the grey haired male could cook yes but, not very good.
"Well, how about I cook tonight? Any thing in mind?" Dynamis blinked in surprise before putting a hand to his chin in a thinking manner. "Um... How about grilled chicken? Can you cook that? The blackette gave another nod.
"Indeed I can. Go get the ingredients and I'll get the stove ready, alright?" But before he even got to the end of his sentence his lover was gone.
Opening the door to the large, closet sized freezer/refrigerator Dynamis peeked inside before propping the door open with the stopper. Walking in he searched the shelves for the fixed bird. After about five minutes of looking he found the featherless body and picked up the package before walking to the door. just as he was about to close the door something caught his eye. And it was a jar full of dill green slices.
Back in the kitchen was Rago who had the stove burning and the skillet ready, now he was just wanting for his lover.
'Where is he?' The blackette thought glancing at the cloak. 'Did he get stuck in the freezer again?'
"Rago~." He heard the male chirp. Whipping around he looked down at his boyfriend who was holding their dinner and... Pickles?
"Love?" He asked spying the glass jar. "I only asked for the chicken, why do you have those?" Dynamis blinked at the question before staring at the jar under his arm. "I... Well.. I thought they looked go at the moment." Rago raised an eyebrow before shrugging. "Alright," He took the chicken and went over to the stove. "Whatever you say but tomorrow I'm taking you to see a doctor." Dynamis paused from his attempt to open his tightly sealed jar and looked over to Rago questionably.
"Why?" He asked trying to open the container again. "I told you there's nothing wrong with me... Can you open this for me?" Rolling his eyes the black haired male smiled and took the damned jar. With light to no challenge he popped the lid off. "Here love," He sat the open jar of the table before going back to their meal. It's dilly aroma filling the area.
"Don't eat to many or you'll spoil yourself."
Dynamis gave a nod and took out one of the many green rippled slices, his mouth water at the site. From the stove Rago sighed and once again rolled his red eyes, shaking his head as he returned to the dead bird. After about thirty minutes he had finished the meat, placed them onto the plate and brought them to the table to find an empty glass cylinder.
"Didn't I tell you not to eat all of them?" He asked placing the dishes on the table and sitting across from the other.
"No, you said not to eat to MANY. But, I didn't. I'm still hungry and they tasted so good... What?" He asked to the starring blacky.
"Tomorrow we're going to see a doctor," Rago said stabbing his meat. "Period."