D8-B&A

"Are you sure?" He asked quietly, still slightly worried. "Well either way I definitely don't think that you are some unappreciative dick." Beyond smiled back, not liking when A got all quiet like this. "In fact I think you already thank me too much for simple things. None of them are troublesome for me to do." Getting up again B, shrugged slightly, unsure if any of that would convince A. In his experience it usually didn't, as sad as that was. And if someone was an unappreciative dick in this friendship it would probably be B in the first place.

A nodded, laughing a little at his own ridiculous habit of making other people worry. "I'm sure. Promise. You know how I am, I get concerned about simple things. It's hardwired in my nerd brain." He finished combing his hair then, setting the small plastic thing on top of his dresser.
"What did you want to do today? The first half of the day is free at least.. oh, unless you've got classes?" He rubbed the back of his head. Maybe I should be taking more classes too. I have free time...

"Hmm, well I have French in about an hour. So I do have an hour free, which I was planning to spent sleeping. " However for obvious reasons the plans would be able to happen now. "So I don't have anything else I wanted to do." He got up off the bed, and unable to resist it, ruffled up the still damp hair which A just combed neatly. Even damp it was still soft and B really liked touching it, through didn't allow himself that much, too much physical contact always seemed to embarrass and fluster A.

"Well you can sleep if you w- agh!" A turned part turtle and shrunk down into his shirt when B's fingers went through his hair. It sent a shiver down his spine, which he attributed only to the fact he was still cold from getting out of a warm shower, not anything else of course.
Trying to recover from his moment of fluster, he straightened up again and raced his own fingers through his hair, trying to make it neat again.
"Anyways.. as I was saying, you can sleep if you want. I'll come back and wake you for your class."

B laughed quietly at the reaction, just as always amused by it. Especially sight of A trying to tame his hair back into place was rather amusing. He moved back to his desk to finish up the folder. "Nah. We can go outside if you want. " He shrugged, putting the folder with the books for his classes today, which were already stacked on the desk, probably way too close to the edge of the said desk. "Alright I am done with this." He turned back to see if A has sufficently recovered from the hair ruffling.

He'd survived this round of embarrassment, but A was starting to think his poor heart couldn't handle too much more of it. B would be the death of him!
"Okay, let's go find a good tree to sit under. It's too hot for direct sunlight." He squinted at the window, as if to express to the sun his distaste for today's weather.
Finished attempting to soothe his hair into place, A stood up and slid his small feet into his flats with a light sigh. "I wish it was fall already. I'm tired of the heat summer always brings."

"Well it's just a few more days. I heard we are promised rain soon. But you know how it is, either heat or rain. Which one you prefer?" He chuckled. Maybe A would eventually get used to his light teasing, its either that or he gives him a heart attack accidentally. Which would be a real tragedy. B wasn't too fond of French so he wouldn't mind completely skipping it, but he doubted that actually skipping it will result in anything better than kitchen duty as a punishment.

A laughed quietly as he headed to the door. "Personally I prefer rain." He answered him. "I usually feel sick when I get over heated. Well, I feel sick almost all the time though huh?" He shook his head, opening the door. "After you." He laid on a thick fake accent and gave an over dramatic bow toward B.

"You are sick almost all of the time." B still haven't stopped worrying about it still, even if he knew that any time A ended up sick definitely wouldn't be fatal, even if it seemed so. However he also knew that death was not the worst outcome. B pulls on his black sneakers, the ones he usually wears and the ones which are rather torn apart by this point, and headed for the door. He rolled his eyes at A's theatrics. "Are you in the drama club already?" He laughs, walking through the door. 

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A didn't comment on his consistent illness. After all, they were always in the back of his mind. He'd been sick his entire life and it wasn't about to just go away. Though, he was happy that things improved for him when he arrived at Wammy's. They had him on the proper medication to keep everything in check. It eased his own worry and hopefully helped B to stop being stressed.. if he got stressed about A's constant sickness that was. He was hard to read sometimes and A couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling unless he outright said it most times.
"No, do you think I could get in? he joked, closing their room door behind himself as he followed B out.

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