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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

[dranksforthememories]

[heh. laughs, kind of croaky]

Yeah.

1/2 again sorry

[aintrunning]

[makes a slight grossed out face, you ain't well, before starting into a sneeze—]

Still waiting to bang.

[aintrunning]

[glancing up . . . then to the side . . . okay, that can stand]

Didn't mean to say that but didn't not mean it.

[dranksforthememories]

[HAH]

Keep waiting.

[relents a little, though, shrugging]

...at least until our faces are less gross. I'll fight you like this but I won't fuck you like this.

[aintrunning]

[suddenly, drake in a nicki minaj video, eeey!! brightens at that before remembering himself and toning it down to smug af]

Just name the time and place when you're down.

[dranksforthememories]

[wow, doofus. she gives kind of a shrug-nod, not a promise but not a dismissal either, before heading to the check-out]

[aintrunning]

[getting some cans of Campbell's and Gatorade before following after her]

You're not one of those secret romantic comedy lovers, right?

[dranksforthememories]

Uh, no. You pick, though, I don't know movies.

[aintrunning]

Alright, I got it. But you're good with gore, right?

[dranksforthememories]

Sure.

[aintrunning]

Cool. We're watching Akira, then.

[dranksforthememories]

Should I know anything else going in?

[aintrunning]

You don't have to love it, but if you can't, at least, admit it's dope as hell, I'm going to be judging you.

[dranksforthememories]

[that makes her grin]

Noted.

[aintrunning]

Cool.

[rubbing his nose some more . . . then casually trying to wipe it on his pants leg . . . . . . . ]

[dranksforthememories]

[that's gross, but Valkyrie is also gross, so it doesn't really register with her. paying up and heading out of the store towards the apartments.

and trying to suppress a sneeze—]

—it's good having a training partner with a different style.

[ehh, she didn't mean to say that and wouldn't have bothered ever mentioning it on her own, but also, that's fine]

[aintrunning]

[laughs, an honest one cracking out before chuckling the rest of the way]

You got it, too. Good. Shouldn't only be me.

[dranksforthememories]

[groans]

Shut up, catboy.

[mild, though, just whining]

[aintrunning]

You gonna have to put up if you want my soup, Amazon.

[holding up the bag for emphasis]

[dranksforthememories]

[shaking her head at him, WHAT A BRAT, but continuing on into the elevator]

[aintrunning]

[following without much more than a chuckle because personable silence is probably the de facto agreement with them]

[dranksforthememories]

[yeah, probably. it's harder to get into a fight if you don't talk, for one thing.]

Your place? Mine is a disaster.

[aintrunning]

What kinda disaster are you talking about? Natural or fucked up edges?

[dranksforthememories]

Like a training pit locker but with more broken bottles, was how it got put to me last.

[aintrunning]

Ey, quick fact: Broken bottles hurt humans. Like, in case, that missed you.