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Tango wakes up, and stretches.
“Another day in this game.” he sighs, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, and going to make breakfast for himself and Jimmy.
He decided to make pancakes and eggs.
When he is done he sets his and Jimmy’s plate down on the table, and eats his food, well waiting for Jimmy.
When he is finished with his food, he gets up and washes his plate.
Well he is walking through out to go check on the animals he sees Jimmy never came and got his food.
Tango decided to go check on his soulbound.
He knocks on Jimmy’s bedroom door, “hey Jim you okay?”
No answer.
“Jim?”
Still no answer.
“Okay Jimmy I’m coming in, you better be wearing clothes.” Tango says, a hand over his eyes.
He opens the door, eyes firmly closed, he steps in.
Nobody is telling him to get out, he slowly lowers his hand.
He sees Jimmy still laying in his bed (well it’s more of a makeshift nest at this point).
Tango shakes his head smiling.
‘Jimmy must really have been tired’ he thinks.
“Hey Jimmy, it's time to get up.” tango says, slightly shaking Jimmy’s shoulder.
Jimmy makes a groaning noise and turns moving one of his wings to get Tango to stop.
“Jimmy, do you feel okay?” Tango asks.
Jimmy slowly opens his eyes, and looks at Tango, before responding a semi raspy “no.”
“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Tango asks.
“Evreythin’ hurts.” Jimmy says, before closing his eyes, and digging himself under a blanket more.
Tango lays the back of his hand against Jimmy’s forehead, and feels it’s warmer than the avian's normal body temperature should be.
“I’m a text everyone we aren't playing until you're better.” Tango says, sitting on the edge of Jimmy’s nest, pulling out his communicator.
“Mmmnn.” Jimmy mumbles, turning on his side and wrapping the blanket (and his wings) tighter around himself.
<TangoTek: Jimmy does not feel good, so we aren't going to be playing this week.>
<Grian: poor Timmy. that’s okay we all need a break anyway.>
<ImpulseSV: ya you both get some rest, I’ll make Jimmy some chicken noodle soup.>
<Smajor: hope he feels better.>
<Grian: we are all going to take a break this week>
Tango puts his communicator away, and turns to Jimmy who falls back asleep.
The blazeborn runs his hand through Jimmy’s fluffy blond hair smiling, before standing up to go feed the animals (they still need care).
-♡-
In three days Jimmy is up and on his feet feeling better with only a stuffy nose, which is gone the next week.