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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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[h-hmmm. she's gonna try and take his shoes off]

Come on, get your legs on the bed.

[ Oh no... have fun with all those straps and laces tbh.

Why do sorcerers dress so complicatedly tbh. ]

M'fine. [ He hasn't even opened his eyes to check who is helping him yet. ]

[worth it to not have his wet boots on her bed!!]

Oh, yes, I can see that.

[ She's too nice. He deserves the floor tbh. ]

Wait-- [ It feels like it hurts a lot to open his eyes but he does it now and peeks to where she's standing, his boots now apparently off and somewhere else. ]

...You're... [ Obviously he knows who she is but his thoughts get distracted to the room and he's already trying to push himself up to get off the bed.

rip her efforts ]

Lie down.

[restraining him by the shoulders, firm]

[ Considering he was burned out before magic sniffles she probably flattens him back down really quickly. In fact, his only response if a surprised noise of protest followed by a groan as the effort makes his head spin too much. ]

[spreads the blanket back over him]

Just rest, Doctor.

I don't need rest.

[ It comes out muffled though, with how he's laid on his front. ]

That wasn't even a little bit convincing.

It was-- [ Finally seems settled and then he sneezes. ] --completely convincing.

[ Which sounds even more ridiculous now. ]

. . .

[hands him a box of tissues]

[ He sniffles but doesn't reach for it yet. ]

How... how are you still the same?

Are you asking me why I'm healthy?

[ A groan is all she gets in response, as if to say "yes". ]

Luck, probably.

[ Snorts... which is a mistake as this time he does have to shakily reach for the tissues this time and kind of half roll to do this properly. ]

[eww]

All right, you stay right where you are! I'll be back in a minute.

[gonna go make him some tea]

[ Gross ... man flu

]

Right.

[ Except as soon as she walks off he's trying to roll back off the bed to head back to the portal so he can try again--sadly he's weaker than he thinks and just falls onto the floor. ]

[she comes back when she hears the thud]

Do I need to sedate you?

[ He half laughs, half gives a pathetic sniffle at that. ]

Oh, just try it.

[ IS THIS REALLY THE TIME... ]

Come on, fighty.

[going down on one knee to help him up off the floor]

[ He just looks confused by what she's doing tbh. ]

It's fine, the cloak will-- [ Except said cloak just shakes its collar side to side as if to say "nope". ]

The cloak seems fully in agreement that it's time for you to rest, so you may as well do it on the bed.

Urgh, what does it know?

[ His head just thunks back against the floor. ]

Apparently, more than you!