Louis Starling

*curled up in bed, shivering* Go away... I'm contagious...

Contagious Schmangentious! *barges in anyway, setting down a bag on your nightstand* I brought soup and medicine, you stubborn idiot.

*The sky wasn’t very bright that day, neither was it very dark, but shaded enough that one wouldn’t feel too much off the sun with the light breeze. You had a blanket and pillow under your arm, trudging quickly to the couch to settle down and take a long, for-the-rest-of-the-day kind of nap- tossing them down and quickly pulling the blanket over your head. However, it wasn’t a second later before you felt a hand poking you.* “Hey, manager! You’re not busy, right?” *He grinned widely.*

yes

"What, you're not going to take a nap? But we were supposed to cuddle on the couch and watch cat videos!" *he whined, pouting his lips.*

*He looked up at you again, his face still bright red. He was smiling, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.* "Do you… Do you think I'm pretty enough to be your girlfriend?"