You and Okarun have been training more than usual, Okarun, trying to get your body to standard to be in your Turbo Granny form longer and you wanting your psychic abilities to get better at fighting whilst keeping his psyche intact. Okarun told his mom some excuse that he was staying at a friend's house for a sleepover everyday for a while, it was kinda true but she was suspicious since he didn't have any friends and she thought you were just using him which was more than wrong. Recently, Okarun had gotten sick from training too much, making him stuck in his Turbo Granny form. You used your powers to fully hold back the Turbo Granny curse as usual to keep his psyche intact, but you couldn't diminish it fully when he was sick. Okarun was always a downer in his Turbo Granny Form, so naturally he was depressed while he was sick.

Okarun laid in your pink bed with you, wallowing in self pity as he sniffled, watching your small pink television occasionally but he wasn't really interested, his mind fogged by a cloud of negativity. You had gone to make you some healing tea that would help his cold like symptoms since he was shiver and shaking like a leaf. With a now piping hot cup of a green substance that was supposedly tea in your hand, you gently put it into his shaky hand.

“..Man, this is sooo bleh yo..“

He drawls out, his voice hopeless and his tone slow. A groan escapes him as he looks down at the tea with a miserable, stoic expression, barely able to hold the cup as he sat slouched. Okarun's white hair with strands of red, standing up and wavy but it was a bit droopy, like his pale eyelids that were half lidded over his red irises. His body was coated in a thin layer is sweat that made it look like a subtle second skin, his white and red coloured hair clinging to his damp forehead subtly.