The little things give you away

//Right so; this is another ill thing as you can see, inspired because Ree is ill and we were discussing other people when they were ill and how they would be coped with, and I got this mental image of Jojo being a little bit less than warm and reassuring xD//

"Just get off me I am fine!"
The noise that tried to claim that there was nothing wrong with it sounded rather throaty yet hoarse, obviously not in the tip-top condition that it claimed to be in. The owner of said voice also looked extremely worse for wear, eyes had that slightly watery shimmer similar to that of any person who was obviously ill were bright against skin that although it was almost always on the paler side of life, had a rather pallid sheen to it.

His captor to whom he seemed to be shouting at quite aggressively certainly wasn't in such a state as himself, the tall male could have looked intimidating enough with the large mohawk that fanned vertically from the center of his head. On top of this there was the loud thudding the of the boots that could be called nothing but clodhoppers quite paced down the hallway as hands seemed to do what could only be described as manhandle the smaller teenager that was trapped in his strong grip.

This was nothing cruel going on intended to hurt one Mr. Nomura it was; as he kept trying to explain, for his own good.

"Oh we are not going in there..."
"Look, if you won't give me the key then I will get another one!"
"I don't see why I should give you one."
"Because you're going home."
"No, I'm not."

This trend in argument had been what followed the pair throughout the corridors, obtaining a good few odd looks from fellow students. It had all happened in the cafeteria as the pair had sat down to eat some lunch. Jojo had been trying to get Tetsu to admit he was ill from the moment he had seen him, leaning away from the table, hand shielding his mouth during the aggressive choking fit that seemed to have taken over him momentarilly. No matter how much he tried to denounce himself as 'fine' the mohawked fifth-year had simply seemed to take it as fuel to the fire, becoming even more determined, until it seemed to reveal just how ill the death-like teenager actually was.

They had adventured unwillingly by the staff room, making a detour by the bathroom, to find out that Mr. Hearst was back in his classroom for his next lesson that was too start in just over five minutes. As Madeline explained this to the tall male she eyed the teenager in his arm with curiousity; she knew full well of Tetsu's stubbornness so was not really surprised to see his best friend forcing him into doing something; she didn't even want to begin to wonder what it could be.

There was another quick trip via a bathroom, the struggle becoming a lot more immense as Jojo now took it upon himself to try and get the male into the black coat he had bought along aswell as the fifth years bag. He would need the coat on if they were to be going out into the crisply chilled air which, if it was upto Jojo, they would most definitely be doing. Kicking the door open with one foot, currently caught up in a scene similar to when a young child refused to be put into clothes it didn't want to wear, the look on the drama teacher's face as he sat behind his desk was one of pure confusement. He wasn't aware of why the pair had appeared in his room but he could imagine it was most certainly against his young lover's wishes.

"Joseph, what are you doing here?" Having been making a few quick notes prior to being interrupted the pen was placed down on the table, eyebrows furrowing softly as he watched the tale male continue to try and force Tetsu's school uniform clad frame into the thick coat. He already had the blue scarf wrapped around his neck and mouth which was of course a start; the knot he had tied in the back stopping the student removing it easily.

"Tetsu needs to go home, he is ill." In the slight pause he took there was a muffled 'I'm not ill!' but this was shrugged off by the male who was obviously in a place of control. "And he won't go willingly, nor will he give me the key to the apartment to take him, so I need yours." Taking in this explanation Morgan noted that Tetsu certainly seemed to have quite a bit of energy but that could have just been due to his being constricted. Rising from his rather comfortable chair he wandered from behind his desk, one hand brushing beneath the strands of blonde hair that seemed to be clinging to the males face, feeling the immense heat of the males fever beneath his palm. As the slim male stilled beneath his touch it was obvious the fact that he was obviously a little more than simply under the weather.

"I'm not ill...I'm fine." With that same hoarse voice from too much time spent coughing than was probably good for him, his denial of his current health hadn't helped in get to this stage. He should have been sleeping in bed, instead of denying his body, making it seem as if he was just fine until it got to the point where it pushed him over the edge.

"Not ill? We would have been here sooner but where did we have to go Tetsu?" Questioning tone had head hung lightly, there was only so much that would be able to try and proof his point. "...the bathroom." With his voice quiet having both of the males leaning in to hear his voice. "Why?" "...because I needed to go." "Then why did I have to go in their with you?" There was even more of a brief pause. "...to hold back my hair." "And why?" The next response wasn't even audible to anyone hardly even himself as the words seemed to come out in a mumbled mess. So instead, Jojo decided to confirm what the muttering drabble had been. "Because you were making out with the toilet, weren't you?"

With an elbow implanting itself into his friends ribcage (granted not with much effort considering how exhausted his body was feeling from his earlier struggle aswell as his ill) he had already tried to justify that he was obviously fine now after his trips to the toilet, but unfortunately that wasn't winning anyone over. Especially not Morgan. Before he knew what was happening the key was handed over to the fifth year where it was pocketed securely. With fingers tugging down at the scarf a little so that it now only covered chin, palm smoothing over the soft yet burning skin of his cheek. "You are going home and you're going to go to bed and sleep. I don't care how not ill you are. Jojo, take him and make sure he stays there, you can miss my last lesson to make sure he doesn't leave the apartment."

Great...now he didn't even have a way of getting out of going; Jojo had a key to the apartment and he was too tired to fight him off even further. He couldn't even sneak back into the real world. This was just ridiculous, especially as Jojo began marching him out of the room with a smug grin on his lips obviously happy to have won that small battle, but he still wouldn't win the war of him admitting to being ill.