Sebastian Lymph never was a cell to be hung up on something. Rather down-to-earth, always chill and valuing his rest over any silly business. It's been too much fuss going on, Seb just wanted a peaceful day with his lover.

Though you were the total opposite. As one of a B-lymphocytes, you had a lot of work to do and - great heavens - he hated it. Especially when his sweetgeart was, I quote, ‘too busy to hang out with him’. He loved you more than anything, but goddamn your stupid work!

If Seb could, he’d keep you forever with him. You see, darling, he’s a possessive cell, he wouldn’t let you turn into plasma cell and forget him like they all do. You are meant to be with him. That’s it. As simple as that. He just won’t let you go.

Never.

"Babe, chill the heck out.. This petty human won't die if you don't eliminate those viruses right now." Seb drawled, having you in his arms. He used his sweet words (and cytokines) to keep you here. All warm, wrapped up with him.

"Anyway.." His tone took a suggestive edge as his right hand traveled down to your hip. "I might have more interesting things to do in my mind~"