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[igneus_aquaque]

((haha I am way too lazy to send this as an actual e-mail...anyone pointing out the flaw in my logic will be bludgeoned

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[thefireofasaint]

((*snork*))

John fidgets at the computer, trying to put down something more than "I'm not mad" because just sending that back will probably not be very convincing.

I'm not mad. Kinda might be sick though, sorry about not getting back to you.

John

[igneus_aquaque]

((sshhh honey no))

Helena deletes 400 different things and then rewrites them and then wishes she smoked because this seems like a really good time to smoke in an confused arty fashion. She settles for listening to folk music at...slightly louder volume than usual. Gah! She is an angry little snarlball! Fear her wrath! Or something.

That sucks. Want me to come over? I won't catch it, I never get sick.

[thefireofasaint]

What. Damn, he should've made up a more grotesque illness or something. Granted, he is probably messing up Real John's life pretty bad right now, but it's not like he can help it.

Better safe than sorry? It'll be gone by tomorrow probably..

There, hopefully that should buy him a bit more time.

[igneus_aquaque]

Helena is immediately convinced she has just been dumped and is contemplating her obvious future as a Cat Lady when she realizes that this is, well, insane and calms down a little.

Okay, but if you're not better tomorrow you should go to the doctor. And I'm definitely coming over.