Send you prompts? How about: Theta has a miserable head cold.
Before the door was completely open, Koschei was greeted with a loud, complaining moan. He rolled his eyes, stepped into the room, and shut the door. “Theta!” he boomed, and smirked at the way the boy cringed. “You should be in bed, resting.”
“I am in bed…” Theta groaned, shifting on the bed in question, and pulling the duvet up further over his head.
“Your bed, not mine!”
Theta peered out from under the bed and gave him a pitiful look. “But Ko, I’m sick. I wanted company…”
Leaving his bookbag in a chair, Koschei crossed the room to the other boy, and sat down on the edge. He pressed the back of his hand to Theta’s forehead. “That’s doesn’t mean you had to break into my room while I was in class… You didn’t go to class at all today?” he wondered rhetorically, then removed his head. “You’re warm. Stay in bed. I’ll make you some tea, okay?”
Theta smiled gently, nodding. “Okay. Thank you, Ko,” he hummed, watching the boy as he moved about his room.
“You’re welcome, Thete.”