"Oh!" That surprised him. He thought Conall was pretty amazing and tended to believe that since he had been here longerhe should have lots of friends. He found it really strange that that wasn’t the case, because Conall deserved all the friends in the world. When he kissed his cheek, he blinked and blushed before he let out a small giggle.
"Thanks for being my friend, too!"
And then he returned the gesture, laying a tiny kiss on the other’s cheek too.
He blushed slightly and giggled when he kissed his cheek, squirming around happily. Ah, he was just so happy with Yao. It was wonderful. Then, he blinked when the bell rang, and he stuck out his tongue. “Time to go! We can ask our Mamas when we see them.” He grinned at him and coughed a little before getting up to get his bookbag, holding his hand out for Yao. “Come on!”
"Okay!’ He really didn’t mind doing whatever Conall wanted, because all he really cared about was that he and Conall were doing things together. He settled next to the other boy with his own box of crayons, then began coloring the other page right next to the one that he was coloring. A little blink, and then he turned to give him a slight grin.
"I think they will! Mama wants me to find friends."
"Yeah, Mama wants me to get friends, too. You’re my first friend! People think I’m a little weird..I dunno why. Maybe it’s because I get sick lots." He shrugged, coloring the page. It didn’t really seem to bother him. "But that’s okay! You’re my friend now." He smiled brightly at him, leaning over to kiss his cheek with a giggle.
"Thank you for being my friend."
i have to be up in 15 minutes
stuffs face in pillow and tries to sleep
Yao frowned up at the giant block tower and took the block from him, his tongue peeking out as he reached up on his own toes just to try and put the block up there. He was a tiny, tiny bit taller than Conall, so he was able to put the block just the right way up top before he sat down with a puff and smiled back up at him.
"I know! We did a good job. Good job, Conall! We made it pretty!"
"Yeah, we did!" He giggled, looking at the block tower proudly, and then he pulled out a coloring book from the toy chest, opening it. "Let’s color!" he said happily, opening the book and getting his crayons. "We gotta leave soon..but hopefully our Mamas will say it’s okay to play tomorrow!" he said, smiling brightly.
This time Yao was very quick with building up the blocks, proud of the way they had done it yesterday and determined that he wouldn’t knock it down this time. He smiled to himself as they played, humming quietly while he listened to Conall and then giving a nod.
"I don’t like it when Mamas cry. It’s real sad. It’s okay, I don’t think we’ll make them cry anymore."
"Yeah..I don’t wanna see Mama cry again. I don’t like it." He shook his head, smiling as they built up the blocks. Maybe it’d get even taller than yesterday! It wasn’t long before Conall was standing on his toes to get the blocks built, and he giggled slightly. "I can’t reach no more! It’s so tall!" he said proudly, smiling at Yao. They built this all on their own!
"Ew." That didn’t sound like it would help anyone at all. Yao crinkled his nose at the description and took the other’s hand without even thinking about it as he walked back to their classroom. He thought playtime was next, but he’d forgotten; all he knew was that they’d be going home again sometime, and that he wouldn’t get to see Conall until the next day. It made him a little sad until he remembered that they were going to play again tomorrow at his house. "I was sick once. I was reeeally sick. Mama cried."
Conall held his hand tightly as they walked back to the classroom, immediately waddling over to where they played yesterday and plopping down. Hm..they would have to leave soon, but that was okay! They’d play tomorrow, and it’d be so fun. Conall could show Yao all of his toys! And they could swing on his swingset too! “Really?” he said, pulling the blocks over. “I’ve seen my Mama cry once, but I don’t remember why..” he murmured, starting to build up the blocks with him.
"Shots." Yao repeated dutifully. He didn’t know what that meant; he’d only even known Chinese doctors, who tended to just give out special kinds of tea unless things got very bad and they had to go to a much bigger hospital somewhere else. He tilted his head and smiled a little as he finished his lunch, finding comfort in the fact that Conall seemed so happy.
"I want you to get better." He told him earnestly, as he cleaned up his lunchbox. “‘Cause I wanna play a lot more!"
"Yeah, shots! They’re needles that get stuck into your skin, and the medicine inside helps fight off icky sickness!" He nodded slightly, finishing off his juice box with a little breath. "They hurt lots, so I don’t like them. But they work, I think." He smiled as he closed his little lunchbox, looking around for the trashcan so they could throw away their mess. At Yao’s statement, he giggled, nodding.
"Yeah! I want to play a lot more, too." he said, throwing their trash away.
"Mama say she not trust w-western med… medicine." Yao intoned carefully, thinking over his words. He didn’t know why she said that, but it seemed very important for when Conall went to the doctor. "When I get sick, mama gives me tea and lots of herbs, and then I’m all better! Maybe we can make you better like that. I hope so. I don’t want you to get sick…"
"Oh? Maybe..I dunno. Mama seems really worried about me..but she won’t tell me why. She just says we gotta see the special doctor." He shrugged, sipping at his juice with a little sigh. "I dunno what the special doctor does. I hope I don’t get shots! They’re icky." He stuck his tongue out and giggled, finishing his sandwich half.
Yao had never heard of a person being so sick before, so he frowned even while he was nibbling on the chocolate chip cookie. It was hard to imagine that Conall could be that sick — that he would even disappear at all now that Yao had made such good friends with him. So he bit his lip and reached over, giving him a little smile as he pat his hand.
"I’ll make you all better. Then you not be so sick!"
"Mhm. It’s not very fun. And I bruise easy and my nose bleeds sometimes..Mam’s supposed to take me to a special doctor on Sunday. She said she wants to make sure it’s nothing bad." He shrugged, eating his cookie and giggling when he patted his hand, giving him a bright smile. Yao was so great! He was lucky to have him as a friend. "Okay! I trust you."