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[dranksforthememories]

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?]

Comments

[willnotwatch]

[it's the bed of your favourite king, who has also not been sick in recent memory, and who is very cranky and only half-aware of what's going on and maybe snoring little sad kitten snores]

[coldhand]

[this is both dumb and confusing.

pressing her face in his pillow and groaning. this is not a good reason to be in her favorite king's bed]

[willnotwatch]

[is the situation going to be made better or worse if he makes a fussy noise and rolls over, draping his arm over her and shivering? also:]

Nakia...?

[coldhand]

No, sorry... [blurrily, trying to get up?

not getting up. his arm is too heavy and her head spins a little. laying back down]

Oof.

[willnotwatch]

[lifting his head up enough to register who it is. after a moment he gets a dumb, if weak and distracted, smile]

Bucky.

[coldhand]

[ah, T'Challa]

Somehow...

[willnotwatch]

[SO DOOFY. burrowing his snotty little face into her shoulder]

Stay.

[coldhand]

[leaning against him, snot and all]

'm gross.

[willnotwatch]

Yes. So am I.

[sounds very disappointed] Shuri reassures me that it will pass. [very, very whiny] Black Panthers do not become ill. Surely, this is a bad omen.

[coldhand]

I think you mean it's bullshit.

[flopping, submitting to being cuddled. she's not burning up, but warmer than she should be even allowing for super metabolisms]

[willnotwatch]

[after a pause of what is clearly careful consideration.]

Yes. It is bullshit.

[coldhand]

[huff!]

How... How did I end up here?

[willnotwatch]

[... a little disappointed]

It wasn't your doing?

[coldhand]

I don't... think so...

[willnotwatch]

You're not sure.

[coldhand]

Not really. It's a blur.

[willnotwatch]

[that seems to please him for some reason. clings.]

Brave enough to try a traditional Wakandan cure?

[coldhand]

[stroking the back of his neck and shoulders absently]

Depends. What's the cure?

[willnotwatch]

[that's nice. he likes that. honestly, why don't we just stay here.]

You don't trust me?

[T'Challa you're cat which means you're a troll. it's not safe to trust you.]

[coldhand]

I trust you. That doesn't mean I don't want to know what I'm agreeing to before I decide if I'm brave enough to do it.

[willnotwatch]

[murmuring a "hmm" sort of noise before he speaks again]

An entire lemon, raw.

[coldhand]

If that works, I'll do it.

[willnotwatch]

Peel, pith, and all.

[very serious.]

[coldhand]

You eat the peel? Just take a bite out of it?

[willnotwatch]

[okay now he's like giggling into her arm. nonstop.]