#46 Sniffles
Globby was sleeping peacefully on his top bunk when he was stirred awake by the sound of coughing. Huh? the gelatinous mutant groggily thought as he slowly opened his eyes. He then heard a sound akin to a trumpet, but he could deduce it was someone blowing their nose. Lifting himself up onto his arms now, Globby yawned before he peeked out over the bed and looked under, finding the culprit was none other than Felony Carl, who was currently reaching for a tissue from a box on the floor and groaning slightly in the process.
"Oh no, Carl. What's wrong?" Globby asked with immediate concern as he shifted himself onto the floor so he could be right next to his boyfriend.
Felony Carl weakly turned his head to look at the other, letting out another cough and hoarsely answered, "I feel what I had hoped to be merely allergies or a response to the changing weather, appears to in actuality be a cold." He continued to blow his nose, filling the bedroom with his loud noise as Globby look on in worry.
The superhero proceeded to put a hand on his roommate's head, furrowing his brow when even he was able to really feel the other's heat. "Man, you're really hot, Carl and yes, I'm referring to you having a fever this time," Globby informed the other with a small smirk that quickly morphed to a gentle, caring smile.
His remark was enough to make Felony Carl give a weak laugh that soon became a cough, but he managed to cheekily say, "Well, I know how you feel about me, so it is not wrong to assume what you were implying with your statement."
"That's fair," Globby conceded as his grin broadened slightly. He then blinked as he finally took notice of their bedroom being slightly illuminated by daylight, making him curious as to what time it was, stretching his arm over to the nightstand, he grabbed his phone and quickly saw it was about a quarter to 6am. Eh, it's not that early. Any who, back to Felony Carl, the pink and purple man quickly thought as he returned his attention back on his top priority.
"Have you taken any medicine yet?" Globby gently asked as he placed a comforting hand on his boyfriend's shoulder.
The motorcyclist slowly blinked, letting out another groan out and repling with, "I took a small dose of it before bed last night."
"I'll go ahead and get you some more then along with a big glass of water," Globby informed his ailing love with a small smile, followed by standing up and swiftly heading to the bathroom, where right across from the doorway as he entered held the sink with the medicine cabinet hidden behind the mirror above it. He proceeded to open it and squint his eyes as he scanned the various contents, ranging from allergy pills, bandages, rubbing alcohol, and finally…Cold medicine! Got it, the gelatinous man smiled proudly at his find as he reached for it, closing the cabinet and setting the box of pills off to the side as he filled the glass resting next to the faucet with water. When done, he grabbed his items, returned to the bedroom and bent down next to Felony Carl, who appeared on the verge of falling asleep again.
"Hey, I'm back. Come on now. I need you to lean up for me," Globby softly but insistently told the other as he moved his right arm to slide under Felony Carl's back and slowly lift him up.
Groaning once more, the husky biker took a couple pills from the offered box and popped them into his mouth, followed by accepting the water Globby also held and drinking half of it. He handed it back to his boyfriend before he was gingerly laid back down onto the bed.
Giving a tender smile now as he gazed at Felony Carl, the pink and purple superhero cupped the other's cheek and quietly told him, "I'll go get started on breakfast, okay? I'll bring you a little something to eat, some hot tea for your throat and I'll check in shortly, but just call me and I'll be right here." The sleepy man nodded in understanding before letting out another cough and turning onto his right side in an attempt to rest for a little while longer.
Globby stood back up, careful not to make much noise as he left the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen. He passed by the living room on his journey there, finding it a bit dim and silent save for the soft breathing of their cat Jasmine on the couch. The shapeshifter gave a small smile as he bent over and petted the white animal, making her give a "Mrrr" and a yawn before she cracked her eyes open. "Morning Jasmine," Globby greeted her as she stretched and got up from her resting position. He gave another gentle pat on the cat's head, earning him a soft meow as he eventually stopped and resumed his task.
"Okay, okay, let's see," Globby said to himself once he entered the kitchen, scanning and thinking about what to do first. He then spotted the tea kettle on the stove, remarking "Perfect" before he promptly went to grab it and fill it with water. After he got it placed back on the burner, he turned it on and let it heat up while he focused on making himself some coffee; Globby could of course instantly fabricate a cup of joe for himself, but fresh-brewed the old-fashioned way brought an added layer of enjoyment to him.
Got those going now, so that just leaves breakfast. Hmmm, he thought as he opened the fridge, finding the usual items of milk, creamer, OJ, eggs, cheese, veggies, and condiments in there along with the leftover alfredo pasta from last night. Maybe just some cheesy scrambled eggs and some toast would be good. He doesn't even have to eat the toast if it hurts his throat, the superhero plotted as he got the carton of eggs out and the shredded Colby Jack cheese.
Once the items were on the counter, Globby changed himself into his human Dibs form to minimize mess making, followed by getting out the necessary bowl, plates, utensils, and pan for cooking. He turned a second burner on the stove and got to work cracking five eggs into the available bowl, easily finishing it in under a minute.
"Hmmm, hmm, hmmmm," Globby started humming to himself as he worked, meanwhile the kitchen began to fill with the smell of fresh coffee. "Ahh," he sighed contently before he began to whisk the egg into a yellow mixture, thinking it was good enough after 10seconds of doing so.
Glug. Glug. Glug.
Globby turned his head to find the brewing machine almost done with its job as the water was almost completely gone from the tank. "Oh yeah." He then went about getting creamer from the fridge and two mugs from the overhead cabinet, one red with the San Fransokyo Ninjas on it and another one that was white with a picture of Jasmine in a heart on it. The gelatinous mutant proceeded to put some creamer into the first one, followed by fishing out a lemon lavender tea bag out of the adjacent cupboard and putting it in the second mug. Globby now quickly poured his coffee to the brim, took a sip and remarked, "Mmm" before he put the creamer up and checked the pan. He formed a bit of water in his hand and let it drop onto the hot surface, where it bubbled and danced as it hissed from evaporating.
"Good," the normally pink and purple man chirped as he went for the bowl of eggs. Oh wait! He stopped himself as he almost forgot the toast. Globby then found the loaf of bread on the counter and swiftly grabbed two slices that got placed into the toaster a moment later.
"Now the eggs," he said to no one in particular as he grabbed the bowl and smoothly poured it into the hot pan. He quickly went for the salt and pepper shaker after he set the bowl in the sink, sprinkling a little on the yellow mixture for taste. The shapeshifter then promptly found a spatula amongst their plethora of cooking instruments and started scraping it around. "Man, am I glad I paid attention to Felony Carl all this time," he remarked with a fond smile. Globby proceeded to take another sip of coffee before he grabbed the bag of shredded cheese and briefly set the spatula off to the side. He sprinkled a generous amount of the Colby Jack on top, sealed the pouch back up and incorporated the ingredient into the eggs, resulting in long, stringy trails of cheese sticking to the utensil with every movement.
"Mmm, mmmmm," Globby went as he now stretched his arm over to the toaster and pulled the tab down to start the process of crisping it up. Next, he turned off the burner to the eggs to let them rest so they could finish cooking without being overdone, followed by checking the tea kettle. Furrowing his brow, he held his hand over the spout and could feel the heat coming off it, luckily not being enough to melt the mutant.
"Eh, good enough." Globby proceeded to get the honey out of the same cabinet from earlier and placed it next to Carl's mug. Pouring in the hot water in a few seconds later, the gelatinous hero returned the pot to the stove, where he promptly turned it off too and went for the pan of eggs. He divided the food in half and scooped it onto the plates, finishing up just in time to hear the toaster go off.
"Perfect," the superhero happily said as he set the pan back down. Globby grabbed the two slices and gave one to him and Felony Carl. Staring at the bottle of honey, he smiled and squeezed the golden liquid into the mug, followed by drizzling it on both of their toasts.
The shapeshifter changed back to normal, feeling satisfied with his work and was getting ready to take breakfast into the bedroom when Jasmine entered the kitchen and meowed at him. "Oh right," he quickly stated, pivoting towards Jasmine's food and water bowls. He scooped out a small cup of the kibble, which she promptly started to eat while Globby refilled the other dishware with water from the sink faucet. "Hungry, huh?" he said with delight as he heard her crunch away and gently set the water in the available holder spot. He gave Jasmine another affectionate pet on the head, then returned to the task at hand and grabbed his and Felony Carl's meals. The reformed criminal fabricated an extra set of arms to grab the mugs so he'd be less likely to spill anything, and finally left the room. It was only about 15seconds later that Globby quietly poked his head onto their bedroom, where his boyfriend was snoozing just how he left him. With a thought, he fabricated a small wooden table next to the bunk bed and a chair as well, followed by placing all their food on it and made it look rather neat too.
"Hey Carl," Globby softly said as he gently nudged the other's shoulder.
Felony carl groaned and gave another cough in return before he slowly rolled onto his left side to look at the shapeshifter. "Hmm?"
"I've got breakfast right here and some tea; it's your favorite. You need a little something to keep up your strength," his love tenderly told him as he reached an arm around to help him sit up again.
Uttering a groan, it took the motorcyclist a few seconds to get upright, rubbing his eyes as he looked to his boyfriend and then the meal in front of him. He blinked as his cognition returned and he was able to full comprehended what Globby was saying, making him give a tired smile and groggily tell his partner, "Thank you for doing this. I am sure it would smell delicious if my nose was not currently obstructed, but I imagine it will taste good all the same."
With that said, Globby returned the gesture and quickly pecked Felony Carl on the cheek. "Anytime." He soon took his seat across from his ill roommate and began to eat his food.
Felony Carl smiled and grabbed his mug of tea, blowing on it and taking a sip. Globby then piped up and mentioned, "Oh, you might want to stir that; the honey is on the bottom."
The motorcyclist nodded in understanding and did as suggested, clinking his spoon inside the cup for a few seconds before pulling it out. He then went ahead and blew his nose to try and clear it some more, followed by tossing the used tissue next to the small pile of other ones and started eating his eggs. Despite his sickened state, Felony Carl was able to still taste the meal and savor the hard work his boyfriend put into it.
"I think you did a great job Globs. Thank you for seeing that I keep up my strength," the husky biker complimented with a gruff voice and a sincere smile.
"It's not problem babe. I know it's nothing fancy or anything, but I'm glad you like it," Globby replied as he blushed slightly from the praise, followed by taking a crunchy bite of toast.
Felony Carl smiled before he raised his arm to cover up a sudden cough, lowering it a couple seconds later and simply saying, "Sorry about that."
"Hey, no need to apologize. You okay?" the gelatinous mutant inquired, reaching a reassuring hand onto the other's arm.
Felony Carl proceeded to place his hand on top of Globby's in a mutually comforting gesture and answered, "All good."
The couple then resumed their eating once they pulled their arms back, remaining in relative silence save for their chewing, sipping and some sniffling from the unibrowed one. Once they finished their meals five minutes later, Globby decided to go ahead and grab the dishes except for Felony Carl's tea and stood up. "You go ahead and get a little more rest. I'll take care of these," he informed his boyfriend before he gave his cheek another peck and left the bedroom.
Never figured I'd be the domestic type, Globby thought to himself with a contented smirk as he made his way to the kitchen. He quickly passed the couch, which he still argued was a sofa, to find Jasmine settled back into her usual spot on the cushion, clearly having had enough of her own breakfast. The shapeshifter smiled as he walked by, finally crossing the threshold to his destination and where he promptly got to work cleaning the dishes after he set his cup of coffee off to the side.
Giving a little whistle while he worked, he drizzled some dish soap on everything and plugged up the sink. He turned on the water now as he stretched his arm over to the stovetop to fetch the dirty pan and gently placed it in as well. Globby then turned his arms into water as he stopped the faucet and began to wash everything. When each item was thoroughly free of food bits, he doused it with his mitts and set it over on the drying rack. At one point when he was almost done, he thought he heard the floor creak, but shrugged it off just as quick when he didn't hear it again.
After only a few minutes, the superhero was done with his chore, making him let out a sigh as he went to fill his mug up. Once he took a sip, he headed back to the living room and was surprised to find his boyfriend on the couch with his blanket wrapped around him and petting their cat. Globby gave a small scoff in shock before he sassily inquired, "And just what do you think you're doing out of bed mister?"
Felony Carl managed a short chuckle until he had to give a cough instead and slyly answered, "I believe I can recuperate just as effectively on the couch as I can in the bedroom."
"Uh-huh," the shapeshifter skeptically replied with an eyebrow quirk, but still couldn't help smile a little at seeing the other. Globby then put a hand on his hip and slightly scolded his boyfriend with, "You really should be resting though babe. Sleeping away the sickness sound a lot better than suffering through it awake." The husky biker took a sip of his tea as his roommate walked over and picked up Jasmine with one hand to place her near the edge so as to sit closer to Carl; she didn't seem to mind however as she promptly jumped onto her favorite spot on the back of the couch and settled back down to nap.
Globby sighed and reached for the remote on the table to turn on the TV, which popped up the local Channel 7 news. As Bluff Dunder scrolled off upcoming events in San Fransokyo, the superhero faced Felony Carl and told him, "If you start getting tired again, just let me know, okay? Also, need me to get you some more tea?"
The unibrowed man stared at his mug for a moment before he replied, "If you are offering, then I will graciously accept."
The other reformed criminal nodded and without even getting up, stretched his arm into the kitchen to fetch the pot of still hot water, reeling them in a few seconds later. "For you my good man," Globbby chirped as he poured from the kettle into Felony Carl's cup, followed by sending it back to the stovetop when he was done. "Oh, before I forget," he quickly added as he held out his right hand, where he soon proceeded to form a pink box of tissues that he set on the table next to the mug. Smiling proudly, Globby said, "There we go. Now you're all good to go save for a bathroom emergency."
With a raspy chuckle, Felony Carl slyly responded, "I hope we do not need to prepare countermeasures for something of that nature."
The couple shared a laugh at their banter before settling back down and watching the news once more. They covered a recent theft at a gas station and the weather forecast, which said it was going to be mid 50s today with rain later in the week. After it went on break for commercials, a thought crossed Globby's mind. He soon wore a mischievous expression before he switched to a coyer one as he looked over at Felony Carl and in a singsong voice said, "Oh Carl?" The motorcyclist faced him and quirked his unibrow, followed by the other adding, "Since you're sick, you know what that means, right?"
"No, what?"
"It means that I've got to make soup for you for at least one meal; it's practically against the law for someone to be ill and not get chicken noodle, tomato or whatever the heck kind of soup while they're bedridden," the shapeshifter pointedly answered with a small elbow nudge and an eyebrow wiggle.
Smirking in response, Felony Carl promptly replied, "Well, I would hate to see you arrested for such a minor infraction." They chuckled for a moment until the ill biker inquired, "Do we actually have any soup in our pantry or do we need to make it from scratch?"
"Huh? I don't know. One sec," Globby admitted before he stood up and grabbed his mug, taking the opportunity to finish the coffee off while he was in the kitchen.
Felony Carl meanwhile waited patiently as he focused on the news once more, hearing the sound of cabinet doors opening and closing for about a minute straight. His boyfriend eventually returned with his cup, but otherwise was emptyhanded and gave a shrug. "I couldn't find any, but I don't have enough confidence in my cooking skills to make you even a bowl of hot broth, so I don't know what to do besides either make it out of myself or the more practical/less weird option of just going to the store and buying some, but…do you think you'll be okay if I leave? I don't want you to be alone in case you relapse or something," he informed Carl, scratching the back of his neck and looking at him with noticeable concern.
His boyfriend smiled warmly before he sniffled and reached for a few tissues, blowing into them and crumpling the used item onto the table. He then finally said, "You do not need to worry about me being unattended for a short period of time. I would also feel rather guilty if you spent all your efforts trying to nurse me back to health instead of performing your heroic duties. I am sure I will be fine for a while as I have everything but said soup at my disposal Globs."
Still appearing a bit unsure, Globby hesitantly asked, "You sure you'll be okay?"
Felony Carl nodded and patted the seat next to him before replying, "I am. Now, let us finish up the news. We still have several hours until lunch and I highly doubt I will do anything too strenuous in the meantime."
The shapeshifter smirked as he sat down and teased, "So, doting on Jasmine isn't a full-time job then?"
"Sadly no, but I am sure I would be extremely wealthy if it was," his love slyly told him, followed by reaching over to give said white cat a small scratch along her back, earning a "Mrrr" in return.
They soon settled down and drank from their cups as the news resumed, occasionally marred by Felony Carl's coughing or sneezing and to which Globby provided comforting backrubs in response until the latter finally left as planned.
"Carl?"
The pink and purple mutant stuck his head into the living room as he quietly called to his boyfriend, the TV now playing some gameshow. He had just gotten back from patrol with the canned soup from the grocery store as promised. Although he felt guilty for leaving the other alone for a while, he at least had managed to do some good while he was out as there was a car crash, so he was able assist by getting it out of traffic and cleaning up the mess. The rest of the time was just flying, swinging and surveying the city from high up, but a slow day was actually a good thing, even if boring.
"Carl?" Globby repeated as he took a couple steps further in and froze when a cough came from the couch. He let out a small sigh, relieved that Felony Carl was still here, but a bit worried because it likely meant that the other had been tired when he came out to be with him. He made his way around the couch, still holding the bag of food and finding that his boyfriend had indeed fallen asleep on the couch as did Jasmine on the back of it.
Globby smiled tenderly as he moved the blanket all the way up to cover Felony Carl's body, making him shift a little as he did so. He then quietly made his way to the kitchen to gently set his cans of soup on the countertop, followed by fabricating a glass to fill with water. Once it was near the top, he stretched his arm back out to the living room and placed it on the table before retracting in, leaving the gelatinous mutant to prep as silently as possible. With the TV playing, it thankfully covered up the sound of him pulling a pot out from one of the lower cabinets and an involuntary "Darn it" when it clanged on the stove a little.
Okay, which one? Which one? he pondered as he gazed at the options he bought. Globby had gotten five different flavors just to be safe and if anything, they'd be covered for a few future meals. Let's do the classic chicken noodle, he internally told himself after a few seconds, already taking the liberty of opening the can and carefully pouring it into the pot. For his own meal today, he was going to have a simple turkey sandwich and some chips since he wanted the soup to just be exclusively for his boyfriend.
Spotting the kettle, the shapeshifter then thought, I better get some more water going too. That tea has got to be cold and over steeped at this point. Quickly starting his new task, Globby was able to get it filled, put on the second burner and turned it to medium heat so it'd be good and ready when his sick roommate woke up.
Should I start the soup too? he wondered as he turned to check the clock on the wall. Hmm. 11:23. I guess that's late enough. It's not like breakfast was super big anyway, he worked out with a shrug as he set the other occupied burner to low-medium. Pulling a ladle out, he set it on the stove before he put his hands on his hips in satisfaction, surveying and checking he had everything good to go.
"And now, let's get all the dishes out," he quietly remarked to himself with determination, chuckling a little as he said it as if it were a heroic mission. Globby proceeded to get out a plate, bowl, spoon, and a clean glass that he'd fill with milk. He checked the living room real quick to see if Felony Carl was still asleep, which he was, although his breathing sounded raspy from his sore throat and drainage he no doubt had.
Poor Carl, the shapeshifter sadly sighed at the sight before turning around to go ahead and make his small lunch. Globby got out the package of sliced turkey, some Swisserstan cheese and the bottle of mustard, setting them next to his plate as he fished out a couple slices of bread. I wonder if Felony Carl will still want to watch the game show or maybe I can talk him into a movie. I can think of the perfect one to go with his sick day, he pondered as he constructed his sandwich in no time at all. Globby proceeded to get the jug of milk out and fill his glass up, not daring to get the chips out yet until his boyfriend was awake because he knew it'd be basically impossible to be quiet about it.
With his meal almost completed, he finally remembered the drained mug he was supposed to refill, so he looked out again and stretched his arm over to fetch the cup. Now, let's seeeeee. Maybe a nice peppermint could help further soothe his throat, Globby thought as he browsed the selection at his disposal. He set the box down on the counter in order to dump the old tea bag out into the trash and popped the new one in. He got some sweetener out next since he wasn't sure how the honey and peppermint would blend together, but the smell of the soup heating up reminded Globby that he still needed to stir the pot; how he was able to smell without a nose he didn't know or question it, but he was glad he kept all his senses after the transformation. The gelatinous mutant gave the savory mixture a quick swirl and went "Mmm" involuntarily before he put the ladle back down and checked the kettle.
I think it's about done, he assessed as he stretched his left arm over to retrieve the mug, followed by pouring the hot water into it and turning the burner off. Now the scent of mint permeated the air in front of Globby's face as he went ahead and ripped a sweetener packet open and added it to the tea, giving it a quick stir and hoping the clinging of the spoon wasn't too much noise.
Shoot! I better get some crackers to go with it or it won't be as filling, Globby suddenly thought, deciding to just go ahead and grab the opened package of saltines they had on the second shelf in the pantry; it crinkled a little as expected, but not as bad as he feared it would be when he set it by the empty bowl. The pink and purple man then looked at the spread before him and thoughtfully hummed at how many items there were. With a simple bit of will, he proceeded to form two thick, blue TV trays for the both of them. "That ought to work," he proudly said to himself as he set up each meal.
Great! Almost done! He then faced the stove again to find the soup was starting to steam along with a couple tiny bubbles making their way up. Globby gave the pot one more stir before he lit it rest another few minutes, leaving him to fiddle his transparent thumbs as he waited. What was that saying again about a watched pot never boiling? Heh. I bet if I had laser eyes it'd be a different story, he couldn't help but joke to himself with a small chuckle. Eventually, the gurgling sound of the hot broth managed to reach him, prompting him to turn off the burner and carefully ladle the soup into the bowl at last.
Perfect, Globby almost sang out loud as he set the last item on the tray and carried the whole thing into the other room. He hadn't heard much from Felony Carl beyond the occasional cough or sneeze, so he continued to see that as a sign the other was feeling better.
Once in the living room, Globby saw his roommate had succeeded in rolling onto his side, which likely aided in his breathing too. He smiled affectionately as he quietly made his way over, setting the tray onto the coffee table and gently pushing against Carl's shoulder.
"Hey babe," the shapeshifter softly said as he watched his boyfriend's face briefly scrunch up before he slowly blinked his eyes.
"Hey," Felony Carl tiredly replied in hoarse voice, followed by grunting as he sat up and stretched his arms up. He then gave a short sniff despite his nose still being a bit clogged and noticed the meal in front of him. "I am feeling a strange sense of déjà vu right now," the motorcyclist remarked with a smirk as he turned to Globby.
The gelatinous mutant snorted and admitted, "It is pretty similar to breakfast this morning, but it's even better since you get to have TV too! You go ahead and get started. I've got to go grab my stuff," Globby turned and left for only 30seconds, leaving Felony Carl to open up the sleeve of available crackers next to the bowl. He could vaguely hear his boyfriend opening a cabinet, but the sound he made crushing up his soup mix-in drowned out some of the noise.
"Mreow."
The reformed criminal turned around to find Jasmine had been awoken by all these disturbances, but that didn't stop Felony Carl from reaching over with his left hand and petting along her back. He managed to dump his crumpled crackers into his bowl with the other hand and gave the soup a stir by the time Globby returned with a bag of chips to complete his lunch.
"Oh, looks like our precious little princess up," Globby remarked as he sat down on the couch, the couple reunited and able to relax with one another once more.
Felony Carl sniffled for a moment and simply said, "She sure is," followed by taking a spoonful of his soup.
"Sooo, how's it tastes? Just know I spent hours making it and will be absolutely devastated if you hate it," the shapeshifter inquired with a mostly joking, overdramatic tone.
"It tastes fine Globs. You will not hear any complaints from me. Now you better eat your meal too. Got to keep up your strength to save the city, right?" the husky biker responded as he quirked his unibrow meaningfully.
Globby snorted before he gently nudged the other and sarcastically said, "Oh no! It's not like I can literally eat myself if I do get hungry."
The two chuckled for a moment before Globby did as he was told and opened the bag of chips to eat a few of them. After a couple minutes of enjoying their food, the superhero asked, "You feeling better Carl?"
His roommate gave a short cough, but still smiled all the same and answered, "I do feel some slight alleviation from my symptoms, likely due to your care and medication."
Globby blushed and dismissively replied, "It's probably the medicine more than anything. I'll get you another dose in a few hours. Oh! Before I forget, you don't have to work tonight, right?"
Felony Carl shook his head and set his soup bowl down so as to grab his tea, followed by telling him, "I fortunately do not have a shift this evening, so I am free to ride this illness out for now."
"Good, because I didn't want to have to lay down boyfriend law with you and say you need to stay home until you're not sick anymore," Globby informed him with a firm head nod, then taking a bite out of his sandwich.
Smiling warmly in appreciation and amusement, his love sniffled (admittedly mostly thanks to his cold) and told him, "I am elated to have someone looking out for me should I do something as foolish as suffering through work while sick and potentially infecting people."
"Anytime and of course! You'd do the same for me," the pink and purple man reciprocated with a sincere smile of his own. The moment passed between them as another daytime gameshow played in the background, both not really paying attention as they mildly blushed.
Globby eventually gave a clearing cough and scratched the back of his neck as he said, "Hey, I almost forgot. I've got the perfect thing we need to watch before your sick day is over…if you want to that is since I doubt Jasmine will voice any complaints." He gave a small laugh as the end, which made Felony Carl smirk before he cheekily asked, "And pray tell what is this film titled?"
""The Prince's Fiancé,"" Globby slyly answered, adding an eyebrow wiggle for good measure now that his boyfriend was intrigued.
The goateed man chuckled softly once he heard the title before it morphed into a small cough, then told him after he regained composure, "I have no issue with that and as they say, 'There is no time like the present.'"
"Yes," his shapeshifting roommate exclaimed in victory as he went to fish for the remote while Carl returned to his soup.
A few button clicks later, the film of choice was selected from their demand options and began to play, prompting Globby to work on eating more of his barely-touched food. "So, I guess all that leaves is figuring out what to do for dinner tonight since so far the main thing is soup, soup or soup, although breakfast for dinner doesn't sound too bad," the reformed mutant spouted off as he faced the other.
With the quirk of his unibrow and a couple seconds to ponder, the motorcyclist suggested, "How do you feel about some Joe's Diner to go? I would not mind a BLT or a couple Joe Dogs."
Globby nodded his head before he grinned and exaggeratedly said with a small bow, "As you wish."
The two of them couldn't help but share a laugh at the hero's quip, one which Felony Carl was able to hold it this time with little issue and making Globby smile at his love's improvement. They then settled back down as the film rolled on and savored the rest of their meals, for although today was different from the normal woes they faced, the time and care spent together throughout its course still brought a certain level of comfort and peace to make this whole ordeal better.
NOTES
Poor Felony Carl, but at least Globby did what he could and I think he did a good job. I can honestly see both of them being caretakers but since Globby likely doesn't get sick anymore, a sick-fic where he takes care of Felony Carl made more sense to me. ;) Also, if you couldn't tell, "The Prince's Fiancé" is this world's version of "The Princess Bride." ;)
I'll probably wait another 4 weeks before posting again as my current story about Mel and Ian is taking a while, so sorry about that but I hope you still enjoyed this one. :)
The next "Cutscenes" will be a shorter one about Aunt Cass teaching Mochi how to slow-clap. _333