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[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

...

[sneezes, sniff]

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[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

Asch?

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

[sniffs] L-Lina?

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

Go to bed! You're sick!

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

...

[sniffs, feeling a little woozy]

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

*plants herself in front of him, frowning* Bed!

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

...

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

Turn around.

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

[slowly does so and starts shuffling onwards to the bed in his room and falls over]

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

*reaches over, trying to touch his head* Oh Asch...

[fonon-master.livejournal.com]

Bless you.

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

...Fon Master? [blinks, feeling a little woozy right now =__= ]

[fonon-master.livejournal.com]

Hello, Luke. How are you?

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

...uhh, not very well, sir.

[fonon-master.livejournal.com]

I see.

Would you like some healing?

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

It's all right, don't trouble yourself over a cold, Fon Master.

[fonon-master.livejournal.com]

Ah, okay. Just drink plenty of juice and I'm sure you'll be all right. [Smiles]

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

Ah...yes, I'll make sure I do then. Thank you, sir. [sniffs =.= ]

[mixolydianmode]

...you ended up sick, didn't you?

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

[sniffs] W-What gave you that idea... [excuse him, he's feeling pretty out of it right now]

[mixolydianmode]

Your painfully cheerful attitude. *this is Asch, we don't expect him to ever really be 'in it'.*

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

[just moans] Ok, so I guess I got a little sick...no big deal.

[mixolydianmode]

So why the hell aren't you in bed, idiot?

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

Cause I'm not tired?

[mixolydianmode]

You still have to rest.

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

[sighs, pressing his hand on his forehead] Fine...[leans into a nearby wall]