#literally never written for ikeshot

[kellyscowboy]

”stop being dramatic the medicine flavor can’t be that bad,”

ikeshot please (i secretly love this dynamic)

"Stop bein' a baby, Ike." Hotshot said with a scoff.

"I'm not bein' a baby," Ike argued. "It tastes like toilet water."

"You would know what that tastes like."

"Stop it! I'm not taking another swig of that poison," Ike said and shoved the medicine away.

Hotshot sighed. Ike had been sick for a little over a week, and Hotshot had finally saved up enough to get him some medicine. The smaller boy had been miserable. Now, he was sitting there refusing it because it tasted a little bitter.

"Stop being dramatic, the medicine flavor can't be that bad." Hotshot began to pour more of the thick liquid onto a spoon.

"Why don't you try it, then?" Ike said.

The taller boy stopped. "Fine. Just to prove you're being a baby." Hotshot dragged the spoon over his tongue and physically recoiled once the medicine hit his tastebuds. He shook his head and tried to wipe the awful taste off with the side of his hand. "God, you've been taking spoonful's of that?"

"Yes! I told you! It's awful!" Ike pouted and crossed his arms. "I'd rather be sick."

"No, you wouldn't. C'mere. Let's try something."

As Ike leaned forward, Hotshot pinched his nostrils together. He pushed the spoon into the sick boy's mouth, then gave him a cup of water after he had taken the medicine. "How was that?"

"A lot better. Thank you," Ike said sincerely. He held onto Hotshot's hand and gave him a wide grin. Hotshot smiled for a second, looked to the side, then waved him off.

"Whatever. Get some rest."