"Surely it isn’t as bad as it feels. Really, you’re being too kind."
“This thermometre says otherwise,” he tsked, waving the offending object before his face. “Please just lie down and rest.”
Of course, Tom took that as a challenge, and aimed a firm swing of his fist in Nick’s direction. Of course, he isn’t using all his strength, as it’s a playful brawl, but he’s still a bit more forceful than he ought to have been. ❝Ha!❞
Somehow, by the power of the gods, he managed to dodge the blow before sending his own back. Unfortunately, his divine luck ended there, as in his drunken state, he lost his balance to his momentum, tipping forward to hit the ground with a heavy thump.
❝Now, now, Nick,❞ Tom warned, readying himself. ❝Don’t start a fight you can’t finish!❞
“Wha’samatter?!” he slurred. “You scared, Tom?” He raised his fists a tad higher. “Come on!”
Illness themed rp starters [meme]
"Unecessary. I’m fine. Really…
just give me a moment or two
and I’ll be on my way.”
“My foot you are.” He pushed him back down firmly. “Your fever’s much too high for you to be up and about.”
Laughing heartily, Tom set him back down. ❝You are! You’re about as small as your cousin. Must run in the family, then?❞
He huffed indignantly—
(no, he was not pouting)
"I have plenty of muscle… I’ll take you on here and now!" He stood up, staggering wildly, and raised his fists. "Come… come on."
❝Hey now,❞ said Tom, rounding the table (and bumping into it in the process) to join Nick on the other side. ❝You’re drunk as a skunk, Nick. Look at the size of you!❞ He patted Nick’s gut, probably too hard. ❝Ha! A lightweight. You can’t weigh more than a hundred and twenty pounds. I could lift you on one arm!❞ And he proceeded to try, though it was difficult with how thrown off his balance currently was.
He blinked slowly as he was lifted. “H-Hey,” he laughed. “Knock it off. I’m not that tiny.”
Tom found this incredibly amusing, and bellowed out in laughter, knocking his fist against the table jovially——hard enough to dump something onto the floor. ❝Ha-ha! Well, I suppose I’ll have to take my foot from my mouth, ah?❞ he said through a chortle, pressing his half-sloshed glass to his lips and downing the contents, before the glass slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor. ❝——-I’m drunk. You’re… you’re drunk too, Nick.❞
“Ah’m not drunk,” he scoffed, arms spreading lazily across the table. “You, how’ver, are… are very drunk.”