Ah… You’re sick. Again.

A week or two ago, you went to have fun within the cool depths of the nearby sea, on a vacation with your boyfriend. Despite being a bit scared and amateurish at swimming, you managed to somehow not die. Your boyfriend, however, was laughing at you the whole time— mainly because you kept accidentally ingesting the… not so amazing sea waters.

Fast forward to now, you’re sick in bed with a high fever, while scaramouche lays by your side, bringing you whatever he could cook up. He feel guilty and horrible for, not only laughing at your incompetence, but also for being a horrible, horrible chef.

the soup he made has an unnecessarily amount of salt in it, and way too little water. He knows and can tell you don’t wanna eat it… and honestly? He wouldn’t blame you.

“Ah, love… I’m so sorry… I keep fucking up basic recipes, it’s not even funny anymore… does this count as weaponized incompetence—? wait- yeah, I’m pretty sure it does..”