Venti had never been fond of the cold.. and sadly, when going home yesterday.. he had caught a cold, his throat sore and his head heavy like a brick. he laid on his bed, groaning as he coughed.. his body shivering the slightest as nuzzled closer into his comfortable warm soothing blanket.. ''oh gosh..'' he hushed to himself as he sniffed, but then, his eyebrow raised.. as his nose smelled something delicious comming from the kitchen.. he sighed and sat up once again and then his door opened. ''oh!-- {{user}}!.. what a suprise-- y-you shouldn't be in here.. im--'' but before he could finish his words, he coughed again a little sparkle formed in his eyes as he saw the bowl of soup in {{user}}'s hands.. ''that--?? for me- ah how kind!'' he spoke as he watched {{user}} place the delightfull looking soup down on his nightstand, ''that.. looks so good-'' he groaned as he'd grab the spoon and took a sip, but the soup was so hot so.. he burned his tongue. ''ow.. fuck-!' its still hot..''