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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

[coldhand]

He’s happy. That’s about all there is to it.

[divasterous]

. . . that's all that matters to me.

[coldhand]

Good. So be happy.

[divasterous]

. . . did we get sort of off-topic?

[coldhand]

Um...?

[probably. she’s not her most focused]

Maybe...

[divasterous]

Sorry.

[putting the cloth aside]

Hey, drink some more water.

[coldhand]

Yeah. That seems like a good idea.

[leaning up on her elbows to drink]

It’s funny. T’Challa said we were more alike than I realized/

[divasterous]

. . . us? You mean, me and you?

[coldhand]

Yeah. Not sure what he saw, but... he said it.

[divasterous]

You think so?

[coldhand]

I think I get where there are some things in common.

[divasterous]

Not just talking about being kind of obsessed with Steve Rogers?

[coldhand]

Hey, hey... not obsessed.

[divasterous]

No?

[coldhand]

He was usually the one following me around.

[divasterous]

Mm, so what?

[sprawls next to her, looking up at he ceiling, sleepy and thoughtful]

[coldhand]

So... [well] I don’t know. Not sure what I would have done if he didn’t.

[divasterous]

What do you mean?

[coldhand]

[shrugging slowly. Sleeping in a tank top, it’s easy to see the ugly scarring where her arm meets skin]

I don’t know. Just weird to think about.

[divasterous]

[he touches her shoulder lightly, his fingers just as scarred]

[and jumps a moment later, flustered, hand tugging back]

Ah.

[coldhand]

[rubbing her face, not so bothered by it. Certainly not bothered by his hand, either the scars or the contact. It’s comforting]

What about you...?

[divasterous]

What about me?

[coldhand]

Seems like I’m just talking about me.

[divasterous]

I'm a noisy open book. What do you want to know?

[starts stroking her hair again, gentle]

[coldhand]

Not sure I believe that.

[that’s nice. Her eyes close again]

What were you like as a kid? The real you, not...

[whatever the time loop Mickey was aside]