while he was still sorting out clean, dirty, and unused laundry felix woke and not stopping in his task only offered a wave and a smile before going back to his task, "morning, i was going through our things and guess what i found? both of my nurse dresses are packed in with our regular clothes. i thought they would be with the trunk at my father's house but i guess i never put them in the right place after we got off of the train"

The professor rose out of his grog. Admittedly other then the Nurse, they had not really played with many costumes and he did not recall them. He reached out and took the hat and plopped it on his head. "I feel as though I am in need of my nurse." He said falling back on his back. He held out one of his hands for Zosa.

quirking a brow he fixed the hat before coming over though instead of sliding into the open arms he just took the hand closest and twisted it so he could check the man's pulse, "nope, you seem fine to me. no need for a nurse"

He groaned a little. "But nurse there is nothing wrong with my blood look at my stomach." He said "I am a wounded... " He pursed his lips thinking. "A wounded love warrior." He shook his head. "I have been pierced in various places... I am sure you can find them the... ... " He tried for an adorable word. Then settled for a grin before throwing in some ooo and ahhs. . "Help... I Am dying."

laughingly he leaned in for a kiss and was quickly captured. laughing harder he took it and then a second, "hey now, you can't hold me hostage, it is against the rules"

The professors mouth made a little o and as soon as he asked about the rules the other only replied they were newly made up. He grinned "Then what are the other rules, my hostage lover?"

he smiled, "there are only two, you cannot take me hostage and you cannot say 'pineapple' without a penalty"

"Pineapple?" Before he could finish saying the word his husband melted on him. Enraptured by kisses and soft touches they soon fell into the gentle waves of love. The professor was careful not to mess up their gauze with any of his usual antics and after some time he found himself with his hostage on his stomach again and a lofty smile. "Zosa... what time is it?"

he had almost fallen asleep there against felix and it took a moment for him to rouse enough to check his watch. he was dismayed to find it had gotten ruddy smudging on it at some point, "five-sixteen. somewhere between too late and too early, do you want breakfast? we have more than enough take-out"

It seemed that they always live in the odd season of twilight around the house, unsure if it was dusk as well. THe professor found his glasses and was able to get a good look at Zosa. "We have to wash the dried ink off of ourselves." He said "But I am fine where I lay for a bit longer, then I will see about dinner."

raising his brow he looked over the brown stripes over the other, he had not known it was ink just some sort of colored clay that would come off easily as dried mud. saying nothing he only nodded and went to go wash off while felix decided if he wanted food

He didn't immedately move, instead lazily closed his eyes while the shower turned on. It wasn't until he heard the water stop that he jumped from the bed and grabbed his apron. They had a lot of food but strangely the professor was not in the mood for the abundance of meat they had eaten. He found various green things from the refigerator and decided ravoili was the best course of action. He grinned seeing his dripping husband and the marks across his torso.

it was a cruel trick felix played and no amount of soap and scrubbing did more than make his skin raw. giving up after the third wash he found his towel and moved out of the small stall to go get an outfit from the clothes he had folded. he was met with felix wearing nothing but an apron and pulling things out of the small fridge, "if i had known it was permanent i would not have said yes." ignoring the clothes he came for he moved instead to lean against the narrow back, "that does not look like lamb-balls, what are you making?"

He grinned though he was sure Zosa could not see it. "Rest assured Zosa you are not fated to me, while I enjoy that we are twins I do not like that my green eyed wonder to taste of ink, but I do prefer earth." One of his hands found the others as they were tightly clamped around his chest. "I think we have had to much meat, I am making spinach ravioli or something so that our lamb can last." He pulled the hand up to his lips and kissed it. "Do you like it?"

he was not sure if the other meant the food or the ink so he simply said 'yes' to both before resting his face in the soft strands that always escaped the braid and curled around felix's neck

Since it seemed he had a life sized leech on his back, The professor twisted and took Zosa's hands using them as a puppet master would he had the boy knead the dough while his own hands went to make the filling. He frequently bumped into the darker hips. "You know there are other places of your body I think would do lovely to have a tattoo. You should consider getting one right above your bottom."