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[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[Luke is an intelligent retard, really. which is precisely why he is a mound of human blankets in the room designated as his, the only signs of aforementioned bundle containing a person being an exposed foot and a tuft of red hair.

the door is open, feel free to come harass him.]

Comments

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[eyes her over the mug as he takes a sip]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

As long as it isn't due to coughing so hard you throw up, the tea does its job.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[pointedly ignoring the majority of her comment]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

That's the point of it, yes.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[closes his eyes over again, folding to set the mug on the floor and curl in on himself a bit]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

You're sick, sweetie. You're allowed to sleep.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[coughs from under his blankets, curling up under them further]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

I know. *kisses his forehead*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[gropes around for her hand]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*squeezes it*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[aaaand goes back to being a largely unconscious pile of blankets]