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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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Cool. We're watching Akira, then.

Should I know anything else going in?

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.

Edited 2018-06-21 22:34 (UTC)

[that makes her grin]

Noted.

Cool.

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

[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]

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

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

[groans]

Shut up, catboy.

[mild, though, just whining]

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

[holding up the bag for emphasis]

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

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

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

Your place? Mine is a disaster.

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

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

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

Rrrright, sooo... that's why I'm saying, your place?

[rolling his eyes]

Yeah, yeah. My place.

[cool. gestures to the elevator button like, please, be my guest]

[punching the button, shaking his head]

[leans against the elevator wall and drags her hands down her face, WHY SICKNESS]

[just inhaling loudly to get it all back in his nose, like you do, then leading the way once the doors open. luckily still has his key but his apartment is pretty damn barren (not like it wasn't before) but mattress and tv get. tossing his bag on the bed to hunt for a controller]

[kicks her boots off and tosses herself onto his bed]

Hell yes.

Do not tell me this is the first time you been on a clean bed since coming here.

[turning on Netflix]

Nah.

[making pillows comfy but not stealing all of them. she is being good.]

[there's only two... this is a pretty bare bones rig but taking his shoes off and leaning against the wall while on the bed]

Good. Don't need to take that female warrior thing to the extreme. Bad enough when guys do it.