[Oh he gets let in and pointed at Jubes's condo where she's gooey and sick and curled up on her couch with tea (ew) and wearing sweats, socks and her hair scraggly. She hates being sick. She's one of those people that immediately look like a famine survivor when she does.
And, there's nothing on TV.]
I'd hug you, but you'd probably catch the plague. Bless you.
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And, there's nothing on TV.]
I'd hug you, but you'd probably catch the plague. Bless you.
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[ There's cookie dough and oreos and chips carefully hidden away in his cape, and he digs them out and hands them on over. ]
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[She takes the cookie dough because that... is needed. Uhhuh. NEEDED.]
Feel free to stay. I'm not going anywhere.
[Pouty? Yep.]
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Because you're sick? Or is there some other reason?
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[POUT.]
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[She's stuffing her face because... CALORIES.]
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[A wink.]
Which is why they always get stuck with sick duty.
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[ He pulls himself away from the wall, moving to sit next to her. ]