King Audition

King was going to throw Nine out a window one of these days, and laugh while doing so.

Laying on the small sofa within the loft area between the two individual bedrooms the two men shared, but of course he was alone, after a cranky morning that involved…tonberries, cooking, and feeling like you got ran over by a bus, Nine was gone, and King was just trying to survive the afternoon. It was awful. He hadn't made it to class for the past two days and continue to feel like he was dying slowly, painfully. This morning had been too early for the sick gunner, he had been woken by the howling of Nine, screaming and making noise over a tonberry. It was not the ideal way to wake up on a sick morning. King had a headache continuing to pound in his head, but…thankfully since the Dragoon slipped away – or rather, ran away – King was trying to dull every single bit of pain in his body.

Easier said than done.

He didn't like this feeling of being helpless. But sometimes he wished he was a little kid again, missing how Arecia would take good care of the kids when they were sick, and now here he was, an adult, wishing to be babied once more as if he were ten years younger than he was right now. Reaching for his phone that was sitting on the table near him, King remained buried until a series of blankets, feeling as cold as ice right about now. He moved through his contacts, rolling through the alphabetical names, getting to the S's. Clicking one name in particular, King moved the phone to his ear and used his free hand to pull the first blanket he could grab up and over his head.

In a low and very ill sound tone, King sighed a bit, hearing the voice on the other end after a few rings of the phone. "Seven…you're out of class, right?" He spoke quietly into the phone, with every word and sound he heard, he could feel his head throbbing that much more. After a few moments of wondering what he was even going to ask of Seven, he let out another sigh. "Mind doing me a favor, if you've got the time…" he started, still in that low and almost gruff sounding tone of his as he sunk a bit in the cushions of the sofa, "mind picking up some…hot soup or something from the cafeteria and bringing it up here? I'd move to make some myself, but I think I'll melt to the floor if I even try…"

Hopefully Seven would be able to do something like that. He asked her because…they were great friends. He could have called Deuce, or threatened Nine, or asked Queen, but somehow Seven just seemed like the person who needed to do this. She was a lot more…motherly than the others were, aside from himself of course. He'd been dubbed a mother hen of Class Zero despite his cold and stoic demeanor. All King cared about was getting better, not feeling like a bus was rolling back and forth over his body every few minutes.

Of course it looks good! :]

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Go ahead and make that app!