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WHAT what you want
WHERE where you want
WHEN Day ""135""

[The rain has cleared, but it appears to have left some people with a case of the sniffles! The magic sniffles. Even if you've never been sick a day in your life, you might not find yourself immune. Then again, maybe you have a terrible immune system and you're fine. I'm not the magic sniffles police.

Symptoms May Include:

- runny nose
- sore throat
- fever
- thinking you're going to cough or sneeze but actually what comes out is A BURST OF THE TRUTH
- waking up in someone else's bed
- joint aches

At least the sketchy pop-up pharmacy at the mall has a special on tissues and nyquil?]

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Yes. Very disgusting.

[he says, stuffed up, and reaching over to bring the tissue box from the nightstand closer to offer to her]

[ the cat fluffs her wings a bit and peers curiously at Bucky.

Juliet stirs a little and reaches out sleepily to pet the cat. ]

[taking a tissue and wiping her nose, pouting]

Misery does love company.

[he seems very cheered by her presence. it's almost cute.]

[starting when where she is really sinks in, half sitting up before feverish head spinning knocks her back to her elbow]

What?

[oh. well.

at least the skeleton isn't a complete surprise]

Um.

Is that why you're so cuddly?

No. I'm just needy.

[a matter-of-factly.]

[ha. flatly]

Yeah, I noticed. You're real high maintenance.

I was spoiled as a child.

You were a prince.

That's one reason for it.

And your mother adores you?

[ HEY IT'S NOT HIS FAULT thistime ]

Yes?

...Good...morning?

[ WHY IS SHE IN HIS APARTMENT ]

You would think that would make me less attached.

I don't see why. You adore your mother too.

I meant it would make sense for me to be less desperate for attention elsewhere.

Don't see why. Like you said. Spoiled.

[peering up at her, content despite the sick-haze as he nestles against her side.]

Hey, your words.

[...pets]

I wasn't complaining.

[lets his eyes slide shut? naptime?? naptime.]

[sleep is the real traditional cure all]

[yes let's say they wake up later and this one is at least much less ill, carefully untangling himself and sitting up]

[Bucky groans and rolls over. either she's still ill, or she's just not a fan of waking up when she's all cozy]

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