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Jove dangled from Ren's arms like a puppy who had been scruffed, but the moment he was put on the bed he curled up in the very corner. Apparently lying down flat wasn't coming easily to the pup, his stomach hurt and he wanted to just curl up in on himself until he disappeared entirely.

The mass of foxfires that had been swarming at the boils' feet hopped up onto the bed, pressing their cold little noses against their little master until they were satisfied he wasn't in any fit state to play. And then then they all curled up on the bed too, covering it in Jove's place.

"Good idea," said Ren, and promptly disappeared into the bathroom for said towel.

When he returned a moment later, it was to find Jove curled on one tiny corner of the bed and Demi standing there staring at the five gagillion foxfires all flopped sleepily around him.

"Er," said Ren. "I think they might."

He leaned over and put the washcloth over Jove's forehead, and then added cheerfully, "My own foxfires are known to be, er, a little slow in the head, if you know what I mean."

It was apparent to Damien that Joves foxfires and himself shared what he imagined to be a hive mind. the collective entity that responded to the name JOVE. It was a startling revelation for the hellhound but it made so much sense. What one had, they all wanted, the boil noted as all the minipets began to investigate the cloth the hive leader had on.

And Jove seemed more at ease with the cold compress on his face, much to his own relief, letting out a sigh. "Now we just have to wait for you to break this fever, if ghosts could feel temperature that is." he added in an afterthought before turning to the mama brother boil in the room. "Can ghosts feel temperature?" he queried, unsure if it was even truly possible in the same manner that they were used to.

Jove was always an exception to the ghost rule in his own book of classification that the hound had, the boil never did seem to flaunt his ghostly ways to him. He always thought the boil ended up in the faction by mistake. Like Jove was an honorary monster in his cluttered, over active mind.

The ghost pup in question got a friendly oat on the head, wondering if they would all breathe a collective sigh at the contact.

Hive mind poofs.

Only Jove let out a breath, the rest of the foxfires had settled in for naptime. It was probably naptime, even though there were other PEOPLE there...

One ear flicked gently, listening to the quiet conversation in the room. Jove would have answered Demi's question had he been inclined to speak, he did indeed feel temperature. Extremes didn't bother him though, this was the first time he had felt temperature in a bad way, and he couldn't even escape it since it seemed to come from inside. Surely this wasn't what it was like to be alive, and make your own heat, it felt wrong to him.

He shivered again, causing the foxfires to shift around him. He was- Wait. He was broken? Ren didn't know how to fix him? So this cloth wasn't going to fix him and make him better?

The pup pushed the cloth it off his eyes and jerked himself up into a sitting position, sending foxfires scattering to all corners of the room in surprise and confusion. But instead of giving Ren his biggest, most serious questioning look, he made an entirely different face and threw up on the towel so thoughtfully laid out ahead of time.

"I AM NOT HAVING A MO - oh, crap."

Ren darted into the bathroom to retrieve another wet washcloth and inched closer to the bed to try and see if he could get the nasty towel away without actually touching it.

"Er, yes, this is good, everyone go to sleep now."

"psst, Ren totally is having a moment, Joves." Damien insisted as he tried to clamor onto the bed to and keeping the sickly Jove company. "Well you did say everyone Ren, maybe he needs his brothers to help him fall asleep and recover faster." the hound stated in his 'matter of fact' tone and tried to move the mini joves around and away from under him.


It was just like being in his own dorm with his foxfires, scruffles and behemoth poms and the occasional Levi that joined his sleep pile. "Now, you get some rest and don't barf on me."

The hellhound was joining the hive temporarily.

Jove made a miserable murmuring noise that could not have been anything like real words no matter how hard the other two listened. If his brother was just having a moment, did that mean he would be okay?

He tried to settle, but the moment Demi climbed onto the bed his foxfires went crazy. They were clearly as excited as Ren was, bouncing and zooming and not making it easy at all to find a place to lie down. One particularly enthusiastic foxfire leapt right on Jove's stomach before continuing it's bounce around the bed, and not a second later, the little ghost had scrambled half over Demi to throw up on the floor in front of Ren's feet.

His retching was more violent than before, but then there was a wet thud, and Jove finally threw up whatever it was he had been dared to eat the previous day. It was hard to tell exactly, covered in gross ghost blood-vomit, but it was clearly not a tasty food item.

And then he was done, turning into a limp rag doll from the exertion.

The foxfires still bounced like a kettle full of popcorn.