Devil chuckled at the kid comment. But before he could rest, he asked, "Um, do you think you can find me a bucket too? J-just in case I have to throw up again. I don't think I'll be able to produce one myself; I was lucky to pull out that hankerchief earlier."
Oh, poor baby. Even your hammerspace is on the fritz.
[Places a bucket beside the bed.]
There ya go, angelcake. Now get some rest~
Devil whimpered again as he removed his glasses (having gotten them back since the sleepover) and placed them on the nightstand next to the bed. His dreamy eyes were now decorated with large bags under them. "I'll try my best...I'm sorry for bothering you, sir." Devil panted, for he felt utterly exhausted.
Oh p-shaw! I’ve basically become daddy-day-care nowadays anyway. What’s one more kid to fuss over?
Now just rest those handsome eyes and go to sleep. I’ll have your soup ready for ya after you recharge those batteries~
Devil gasped as he was suddenly placed on top of the large bug, having never ridden one before. In his woozy state he held on with all his might as he was brought inside the king's home.
[They shortly make it to the king’s inner chambers, wherein the king then pulls his guest toward the bed and lies him down, pulling the covers over him and tucking him snugly in.]
Whelp. Bad news is you’re lookin’ rather green, but the good news is you didn’t upchuck again~
You just rest here, sweetums, while your king fetches ya some anti-virus. And maybe a nice bowl a’ chicken soup too. Just, er… try not to breath on the kids, heh.
Devil have a pitiful side glance at the king when he was finished, feeling embarrassed as heck when he heard him. He looked away in shame and pulled out a hankerchief to wipe his mouth. "S-sorry, love." He whimpered as he made his way to the king on shakey legs, one hand holding his poor stomach.
[The king puts his fingers to his mouth and whistles.
Within seconds, an older drone emerges from the hive and skitters toward them. The king chirps an order at it, which prompts the bug to lift both the devil and its king onto its back and carry them inside.]
He guessed he was, wasn't he, having hung out with the king so much. "S-sir?" Devil croaked out when the line on the other end went dead. He turned around though when he heard the king behind him, rushing toward him. He pocketed his phone before holding a shakey hand up. "I-it's really not that bad, sir--!" Suddenly, that hand flew to his mouth as his grey face turned green, and rushed over to a large rock, where he upchucked behind it.
Eeewww…. that’s real attractive.
C’mon, you nitwit, just get inside. I’ll get the bed ready for ya and run a virus scan on ya.
"I-it's nothing, love. Just a little under the weather is all. That's not gonna stop me from seeing my favorite man, though. I'm right outside your ga-" Devil couldn't finish as he began coughing again.
Honey, what’re you, nuttier than a Twix bar?! —stay right there! [Throws off his curlers and bathrobe, primping himself in the blink of an eye before teleporting himself to the entrance of the hive.]
You get your keister inside right now!
Harsh coughing is heard on the other end. It was a moment before it died and Devil could speak. "H-hey dearest." Devil spoke. His voice cracked from all the coughing and sounded like his nose was stuffed.
[Shoots up in his bed, nearly knocking the sleeping hatchling in his lap over.]
Sweetcakes?! Bouncing gumballs, you sound awful! What’s wrong?!
The king's cell phone rings, showing Devil's name and number on the screen.