Random Crayons and Craft Paste Shorts

by herlovewasajoke

Summary:

A long time ago, I wrote a couple of random shorts in the Crayons and Craft Paste 'verse for Eris18. I'm posting them here so I don't lose them again, and also because I might pick it back up for her in the future, once I've wrapped some other stuff up.

Notes:

For Eris18.

Each short is posted as a separate chapter.

Chapter 1: Cartoons and OJ

It always amazed Nasir how grown men could turn into big fucking babies the minute they got sick. Gone was the self-sufficiency, replaced by the moans of the dying. The ability to do anything disappeared, leaving an overgrown man-child slumped down on the couch, sniffling and asking for his mommy. It was cute at first, for maybe the first hour. After the second day, Nasir was ready to cut a bitch if Agron didn't knock that shit off.

Dying of the common cold or not, Agron was still crafty. How he could find the energy to scheme when he couldn't even get his own orange juice from the fridge, Nasir had no idea. Yet there it was, when he got home from school: a second lump under the covers with Agron. A tiny one which fit up against his chest when Nasir knew for a fact that the couch was way too narrow for any kind of comfortable snuggling.

Nasir supposed that Duro and Diona were only too happy to leave Davy with Agron, since he was the reason their son was sick. The boy's shaggy, dark hair peeked up from under the covers and there was a horrible cough, one a little worrisome coming from such a small body. Nasir just shook his head, leaning down briefly to ruffle that messy hair, and went into the kitchen to get a small glass of juice. Leave it to Agron to use a cute little kid to keep from being kicked out of his own house.

“So, when did your mini-me show up?” Nasir asked, his voice slightly muffled as he leaned into the fridge, searching for the kind of apple juice David liked best.

Knowing that there was even such a thing might have felt a little strange last year, when Nasir was still Davy’s teacher, but it was awkwardness they’d quickly gotten over. Now David was just his boyfriend’s nephew, and watching Agron be completely wrapped around the kid’s finger was so entertaining that Nasir looked forward to his visits.

“About an hour ago,” Agron replied. His voice still sounded like shit, but at least it wasn’t as bad as it had been that morning, when he’d begged Nasir to write his obituary and somehow include how incredibly satisfied he’d left his partner over the course of their relationship.

“And did you invite him over to score brownie points with your sister-in-law, or was it to make sure I didn’t post embarrassing photos of you all snotty and gross on Facebook?” It would have been a fitting retaliation for all the bullshit of the last few days. Nasir’s not-inconsiderable patience had nearly been exhausted.

“This is why we’re perfect,” Agron said with a grin as Nasir returned with the glass of juice. “You know me so well.”

He helped David to sit up so his head was no longer mostly under the blanket. Sleepy eyes blinked up at Nasir, taking a moment before he focused enough to realize the juice was for him.

“Thank you,” he said politely, something Nasir knew Diona had drilled into him. His voice was scratchy and the kid looked miserable. Poor thing.

After a few small sips, David handed the glass back and slumped against Agron, clearly exhausted.

“Why don’t we put on some cartoons?” Agron asked. David would be out in five minutes flat once he’d gotten comfortable again.

Nasir reached for the remote and turned on the television. Cartoons it was.