itp: sneezing.

[godwinner]

[ it's a beautiful winter's morning in mumblelocationmumble, America. snow is gently falling, and it's not even turning into snowmonsters. some of the gorillas are actually taking a break from rousting campers in order to have a lie-in themselves and, perhaps, enjoy the quiet

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[mind_over_metal]

*....well, that's. unfortunate. Charles is not within immediate sight, but his mental voice projects proximity*

Erik, as much as I hate to request it, given your apparent current state, I need you to fix something.

[godwinner]

...goddamnit. I'll be right there.

[ and he is, no slower than it would normally take him, but rather more out of breath ]

[mind_over_metal]

*and there he is, with one wheel of his chair severely bent out of shape. clearly not going anywhere.*

...you look terrible.

[godwinner]

[ huffs and it is the sexiest sound with all that phlegm; his face is flushed from either exertion, fever or embarrassment, if not all three ]

Sorry.

[ fixing the wheelchair, with a hand held up because he kind of needs the help focusing ]

[mind_over_metal]

It was an accident. When did this start?

[godwinner]

Last night, I guess.

[mind_over_metal]

*frowns*

And what have you been doing since then?

[godwinner]

Sleeping.

[mind_over_metal]

How? In the cold or without being able to rest completely?

[godwinner]

[ not answering that. he finishes fixing the wheel and drops his arm. ]

[mind_over_metal]

...right. Thank you.

Where will you be staying now?

[godwinner]

[ irritated huff, though this makes him rub his chest a little ]

Where I've been staying.

[mind_over_metal]

So how long do you plan on staying sick?

[godwinner]

I don't get sick, I'm sure it won't last long.

[mind_over_metal]

You are aware that you're saying that you don't get sick while you are, in fact, sick, yes?

[godwinner]

I am aware. [ presses his palm to his forehead ] You know what I mean. Or maybe you don't, I don't know.