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Lionheartcartoon
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has (for at least one occasion) broken his self-imposed ban on doing K.P. art.
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My dA page has 1000 views. In honor of these two milestones, I reprise my old fanfic, "Sickday",
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accompanied by the fanpic that inspired it, "Sick Day"

by Richard Sirois at Richard's Page of Fanatism
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Kim, Ron, & Rufus belong to Disney. The pic is by Lionheartcartoon. Rich (in the pic) is Richard Lionheart, his char. The text is by me. Rich (in the fic) is Richard Harte, my char, based on Lionheartcartoon's char. Confused? Me too. Kim's stuffed nose dialect was something of a challenge; if it stumps my readers, I'll do a rewrite.

THE TEXT

Ron fluffed the pillows behind Kim so she could sit up, and drew the covers up to her shoulders.

"So--tell me how you're doing."

"Well, you cad hear how by voice souds; I was sdeezig all bordig."

"Yeah." Conversation languished for a few moments; they contented themselves by holding hands and staring shyly into each other's eyes.

Kim found her heart melting within her; come hell or high water, Ron would always be there.

Ron only stared spellbound: bleary eyes, frousy hair, red nose, Kim was still the most beautiful creature alive.

They heard Rich coming up the stairs. He entered the room carrying a tray with a steaming bowl, spoon, and napkin. Rufus hopped off his shoulder and curled up on the foot of Kim's bed

Ron and Rich sat on opposite sides of Kim's bed; they supported the tray while Kim held it on her lap. Somehow they made it all work; not a drop of the soup was spilled.

Kim sniffed the broth. "Oh, Rod, id sbells delicious!."

She was ravenous; she ate three bowls, and insisted on two mugs of the broth alone; Rich prepared a couple sandwiches with chicken and mayo, which she wolfed down.

Ron was appalled. "K.P., I never eat this much at Bueno Nacho! You're gonna burst!"

As he returned from his umpteenth trip down and up the stairs, Rich nudged Ron. "Starve a fever, feed a cold, huh?"

At last Kim was full. A belch escaped he lips; surprised, she covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh, guys, I'b so sorry;" and she giggled. Ron, Rich, and Rufus all smiled broadly.

"No big, K.P.; I'm glad you enjoyed the meal."

Rich gathered up the tray. "I'll clean up; you two relax."

Ron stretched out on the bed next to Kim. "Well, babe, are you tired of us?"

She leaned back. "Dired ub by boys? Ub course dot." But her mouth started to blossom into a yawn, which she covered with her hand.

"Oh--I'b sorry."

"Here, K.P." He leaned on one elbow and stroked her forehead and hair lightly with the fingers of his other hand.

Kim closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. "Oh, Rod, thad feels so good."

The footsteps were heard coming up the stairs. It was becoming a very familiar sound.

Rich came in the room; it was a heartwarming scene that met his eyes. "Dare I say it? You two like an old married couple." He had been attending Middleton High since his freshman year, when he had transfered from Upperton High, and he had known even then that these two should be together.

Ron shook his head. "I hate to say it, I gotta go; I have the evening shift at Buena Nacho; Ned gets kinda tweaked if I don't show."

Both Ron and Rich made their goodbyes.

"You guys are dah best; I lub you both."

Ron leaned over and kissed her--on the lips. "Love ya, K.P."

"By brave hero."

Rich leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. He did not express any feelings, but only smiled; it would take a medieval scholar to describe his affections for Kim, and they did not intrude in the slightest into the romantic bond between her and his best friend. In his heart he addressed Kim with the words of Romeo: "Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, and peace in thy breast."

"Good night, Kim," he said.

"Good dide, Rich;" and one smiling face drew back behind the ajar door

"Good night, K.P."

"Good dide, Rod;" and another smiling face drew back behind the ajar door.

The door gently clicked shut. Kim snuggled under her covers and hugged Panda-Roo. "I'b a lugcky girl, Badda-Roo." Two faces floated in her consciousness as she drifted off to sleep: one rounded face with rude blond bangs, brown eyes filled with adoration, big ears, freckles, and goofball grin--and one narrow face, with wire rim glasses, deep brown eyes, tousled brown hair, untameable cowlick, and a warm smile.

Description
Lionheartcartoon
[link]
has (for at least one occasion) broken his self-imposed ban on doing K.P. art.
[link]
My dA page has 1000 views. In honor of these two milestones, I reprise my old fanfic, "Sickday",
[link]
accompanied by the fanpic that inspired it, "Sick Day"

by Richard Sirois at Richard's Page of Fanatism
[link]
Kim, Ron, & Rufus belong to Disney. The pic is by Lionheartcartoon. Rich (in the pic) is Richard Lionheart, his char. The text is by me. Rich (in the fic) is Richard Harte, my char, based on Lionheartcartoon's char. Confused? Me too. Kim's stuffed nose dialect was something of a challenge; if it stumps my readers, I'll do a rewrite.

THE TEXT

Ron fluffed the pillows behind Kim so she could sit up, and drew the covers up to her shoulders.

"So--tell me how you're doing."

"Well, you cad hear how by voice souds; I was sdeezig all bordig."

"Yeah." Conversation languished for a few moments; they contented themselves by holding hands and staring shyly into each other's eyes.

Kim found her heart melting within her; come hell or high water, Ron would always be there.

Ron only stared spellbound: bleary eyes, frousy hair, red nose, Kim was still the most beautiful creature alive.

They heard Rich coming up the stairs. He entered the room carrying a tray with a steaming bowl, spoon, and napkin. Rufus hopped off his shoulder and curled up on the foot of Kim's bed

Ron and Rich sat on opposite sides of Kim's bed; they supported the tray while Kim held it on her lap. Somehow they made it all work; not a drop of the soup was spilled.

Kim sniffed the broth. "Oh, Rod, id sbells delicious!."

She was ravenous; she ate three bowls, and insisted on two mugs of the broth alone; Rich prepared a couple sandwiches with chicken and mayo, which she wolfed down.

Ron was appalled. "K.P., I never eat this much at Bueno Nacho! You're gonna burst!"

As he returned from his umpteenth trip down and up the stairs, Rich nudged Ron. "Starve a fever, feed a cold, huh?"

At last Kim was full. A belch escaped he lips; surprised, she covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh, guys, I'b so sorry;" and she giggled. Ron, Rich, and Rufus all smiled broadly.

"No big, K.P.; I'm glad you enjoyed the meal."

Rich gathered up the tray. "I'll clean up; you two relax."

Ron stretched out on the bed next to Kim. "Well, babe, are you tired of us?"

She leaned back. "Dired ub by boys? Ub course dot." But her mouth started to blossom into a yawn, which she covered with her hand.

"Oh--I'b sorry."

"Here, K.P." He leaned on one elbow and stroked her forehead and hair lightly with the fingers of his other hand.

Kim closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. "Oh, Rod, thad feels so good."

The footsteps were heard coming up the stairs. It was becoming a very familiar sound.

Rich came in the room; it was a heartwarming scene that met his eyes. "Dare I say it? You two like an old married couple." He had been attending Middleton High since his freshman year, when he had transfered from Upperton High, and he had known even then that these two should be together.

Ron shook his head. "I hate to say it, I gotta go; I have the evening shift at Buena Nacho; Ned gets kinda tweaked if I don't show."

Both Ron and Rich made their goodbyes.

"You guys are dah best; I lub you both."

Ron leaned over and kissed her--on the lips. "Love ya, K.P."

"By brave hero."

Rich leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. He did not express any feelings, but only smiled; it would take a medieval scholar to describe his affections for Kim, and they did not intrude in the slightest into the romantic bond between her and his best friend. In his heart he addressed Kim with the words of Romeo: "Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, and peace in thy breast."

"Good night, Kim," he said.

"Good dide, Rich;" and one smiling face drew back behind the ajar door

"Good night, K.P."

"Good dide, Rod;" and another smiling face drew back behind the ajar door.

The door gently clicked shut. Kim snuggled under her covers and hugged Panda-Roo. "I'b a lugcky girl, Badda-Roo." Two faces floated in her consciousness as she drifted off to sleep: one rounded face with rude blond bangs, brown eyes filled with adoration, big ears, freckles, and goofball grin--and one narrow face, with wire rim glasses, deep brown eyes, tousled brown hair, untameable cowlick, and a warm smile.