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[_flarestarter]

I'm afraid the sudden piles of paperwork on my desk have made me sick. Don't expect me to be at work as I'll be off regaining my health.

Perhaps a trip to the beach is in order. The sun will help with my flu. ♥

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[shatter_me_]

Take me along too. I'm bored.

[_flarestarter]

Why not! Misery loves company. ♥

Not to mention you look like you need a tan.

[shatter_me_]

How about a nudist beach?

[_flarestarter]

...

Kids these days. You can go to a strip bar for these things.

[langrelshot]

I'm not finishing them.

[_flarestarter]

Ofcourse you aren't! You, my dear, are coming along. ♥

Who else is going to help this sick man in his misery?

[langrelshot]

I have work to do, and so do you.

[_flarestarter]

But I'm sick! ;___;

[keruberons]

Knew it, your kinda work kills. Not bad. Subtle, yeah? No blood and guts. No glory, either. Means you don't have to pay the carpet cleaning bill.

[_flarestarter]

The papercuts can be deadly... disadvantage is they don't impress the ladies.

[keruberons]

S'a good thing I'm not in it to impress the ladies.

[_flarestarter]

Your reasons are?

[honest_player]

If only Maes' admirable work ethic would rub off on you. I sincerly hope nothing in that pile is urgent, say- pertaining to the border security of the_high_tower or more importantly my company's exclusive contract to design and develop a higher-powered sniper rifle for standard issue use...

otherwise, take a load off!

[_flarestarter]

After a few dozen piles of complaint letters from nobles I tend to get distracted. Rest assured your contract has caught my attention however.

Feel free to deiver it in person so we may talk.