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...

[sneezes, sniff]

[comes wandering back into the hall after finding the source of all the smoke, and...thankfully it wasn't on fire, just sparking a little and dispose of the equipment]

*after opening all the windows, he's slid down the wall under an open window to rest, still coughing some.*

[comes over and settles himself besides him, not looking at him]

Must be. I'm still kicking in the future. *tries to laugh, which only makes him cough more.*

[laughs faintly] [and suddenly leans into you, completely exhausted]

*turns to stare at him with a mixture of surprise and worry.* A..Asch! You okay?

[waves a hand]

Like hell you are. *uses Asch's shoulder to stand up, then grabs him by the arm and tries to pull him to his feet.*

[uses the wall to help himself up and tries not to collapse onto Luke, coughing a little]

*almost falls over with the added weight throwing him off balance, then starts back to the bed.* Idiot!

[lets himself be led back into the room]

You shut it.. *not that there's much conviction behind his words as he helps Asch into bed.*

[chuckles, pulling up the covers]

*back on all the blankets go~* Nah, it's okay... I'd probably have laughed too, had it been me.

W..well, when you're sick you're supposed to be kept warm. ...right?

[laughs a little]

*oh ashjdflk. if he always teases like this when he's sick, Luke would very much like him well again.* Fine. Obviously you know what the hell I should be doing, so tell me.

[illness makes Asch do weird things; and he just grins, closing his eyes] [that whole exploding kitchen ordeal had worn him out]

That better be all you need or I'll be pissed at you for not telling me. *it didn't do much for Luke, either, so he's taking up residence on the floor at the side of the bed.*

[blinks, opening his eyes and watching get on the floor...waits.]

... *slowly turns to give him the flattest look he can muster.* What?

[incoming blankets and your pillow]

*just sits there, surprised, as the pillow whomps him in the face and the blankets cover him.* ...

[turns, going to sleep now]

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