Yujin hadn't anticipated falling asleep that fast, or even getting that close to Richard yet again, but instead, his body had just given out under him the moment he allowed it to and it became almost awfully clear that he was sick, there was no way around it. All things considered, though, he wasn't one to cause a ruckus and he very much wouldn't try something stupid once he got to it, but all in all, this was all he had and everything that the two of them really had to deal with, wasn't it? Now, however, he had nothing more than time to think about his headache, to let himself be for a while and then consider coming out of his comfort zone, apologizing for acting like some sort of toddler that didn't know right from wrong, but Yujin - very much - was still himself, which was probably why he, eventually, flinched when the soaking wet fabric was placed on his forehead and yet, he didn't wake. Was all of this just a rouse? Whatever it may have been, he didn't know, he didn't move for a good while, even after Richard had moved his arm, had crawled over him and found himself in his usual spot. Yujin was, mainly, out of it and probably the one that was losing his marbles right about now, if one could call it that.
His dreams were nothing worth speaking about, generally just odd and some weird sort of barely endurable, but whatever it may have been to begin with, Yujin had no idea. The only thing that he noticed, almost immediately after waking up, too, was the fact that he no longer lay where he'd fallen asleep but instead had seemingly cuddled himself up to the blonde once more. Judging by the light that was barely dragged into the room by the sun, he felt as if it was still early, a tad bit too early, but they'd slept almost all day yesterday, even though he was the one that was immediately greated by stinging pain in his eyes and a pounding headache. So that was the price that he paid for being such a damn showoff, huh? Well, really, who could blame him if not only he himself and why was it so hard to just keep his own mouth shut. "Are you awake?", he asked, silently, testing the waters around him - maybe Richard was, Yujin didn't know, but judging by how he was feeling, he'd actually prefer the blonde to be asleep, just so that he wouldn't see him like this. How long could one man be sick for? Given, it had only be a day at best, so this wasn't anything odd, but still.
His dreams were nothing worth speaking about, generally just odd and some weird sort of barely endurable, but whatever it may have been to begin with, Yujin had no idea. The only thing that he noticed, almost immediately after waking up, too, was the fact that he no longer lay where he'd fallen asleep but instead had seemingly cuddled himself up to the blonde once more. Judging by the light that was barely dragged into the room by the sun, he felt as if it was still early, a tad bit too early, but they'd slept almost all day yesterday, even though he was the one that was immediately greated by stinging pain in his eyes and a pounding headache. So that was the price that he paid for being such a damn showoff, huh? Well, really, who could blame him if not only he himself and why was it so hard to just keep his own mouth shut. "Are you awake?", he asked, silently, testing the waters around him - maybe Richard was, Yujin didn't know, but judging by how he was feeling, he'd actually prefer the blonde to be asleep, just so that he wouldn't see him like this. How long could one man be sick for? Given, it had only be a day at best, so this wasn't anything odd, but still.
Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.
