D8-B&A

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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