Well as I'm Waiting... Anyone want to do a One-on-One with me??? Hey It turns out someone actually wants to so this is closed, but Stalkers are fine

"Yes, I'm sure i turned on the AC." He sat down next to Jax.

“Okay, thanks, then.” Jax said faintly, still fanning himself.

"You're welcome." Leon put his hand on Jax's forehead to check for a fever.

woah a fever man right there

(gtg for a while)

(Bruh ok)

(srry I wasn't on this morning, my parents wouldn't let me)

(Oh das alright)

woah a fever man right there

Leon sighed, "You'll need to rest, you have a fever."

woah a fever man right there

Leon sighed, "You'll need to rest, you have a fever."

Jax shook his head. “I’m okay. I think.”

"No you're not. Stay here, I'll get something." Leon stood up to leave and went into the kitchen.

Jax presses his hands against his face, and felt shocked. They were so cold! He felt his jaw drop.

(me too Jax, me too. I have a pounding headache rn but whatever)

Leon went into the kitchen and made soup then walked back into the bedroom and sat next to Jax.

(Ooof take some medicine and get some rest)

Jax still had his hands on the sides of his face, and he turned his shocked face onto Leon.

(It's fine, they usually go away for a while)

"Is there something wrong?" He asked

He whispered suddenly, “My hands are so cold.”

Leon chuckled, "Your hands aren't cold, your face is hot. By the way, you should get into a sitting position so you can eat the soup."

He stared blankly at his ceiling, his hands remaining on his face. “this is so weird…”

"Soon you're going to say it's terrible." He tried to remove his hands off his face.

Jax’s hands flew back up to his face. “my hands… are my hands…”

"Are your hands what?(going to fall off? No, they won't)" He removed his hands off his face again.

(I’ll have to go home soon so I’ll reply as soon as I can)

Jax snatched his hands back and put them back on this face. “Hands…”

(oki den)

"I'm confused, just eat/drink the soup please."

“Hands… Hands… hands…”

"What are you talking about????"

“Hands…”

"What about hands?"

“Hands.. hands are hand-y…” He giggled like a psychopath again.

"I hate puns, they are terrible." He groaned as he buried his face into the bed.

“Hands… Hands… hands…” he rubbed his hands on his face, smiling like a crazy maniac.