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[takethat]

[There's no chill in the morning air today, but Phoenix is still buried under blankets--and an Eevee asleep on his legs--on his futon in his room. Having awoken with a rather unpleasant headcold and low-grade fever, he promptly wished for some hot water with lemon and many extra blankets.

Now, his fever has escalated, his throat is sore and his muscles ache; when he speaks into the journal, it's with a weak whine.]

I'm definitely dyinnng....

[He's very much not, but he does have, for all intents and purposes, a bad case of the flu.]

And my... my wall thing is gone!

[High fevers don't do much for elocution. He takes a deep breath and tries desperately to think of the word.]

The thing--it was hanging on my wall. Big picture, really pretty....

[With a groan, he gives up and wishes for more lemon water. Strange, he seems to be getting a stomach ache now....

Hope that multitude of fireworks was worth it.]

Comments

assuming name exchange from the last thread ok?

[not_mafia]

Phoenix-san, is that you? Are you alright?

works for me :3

[takethat]

I'm siiiiick....

[The whining levels are increasing, and he coughs.]

I don't know what's wrong. When I woke up I was just a little sick... and my wall thing was still here, too!

[not_mafia]

Your... wall thing?

[takethat]

Ugh, I can't think of the word...

[It's a tapestry; he's gesturing futilely to the wall where it was hanging before the castle took it away for too much wishing.]

But I swear it was there.

[deterrence]

[how do you misplace a picture on the wall...]

That can wait. You sound a bit ill. [and if the bug spreads over the journal, it'd be troublesome]

[takethat]

A bit ill? I don't think I've ever, ever been this sick...

[Have a few coughs to drive that point home.]

[deterrence]

I was trying to be positive. [isn't encouragement supposed to help]

What is the problem here? [...] Other than the "wall thing."

[takethat]

My throat hurts.

[By itself that sounds like a pathetic reason to be whining this much, so he quickly adds to it.]

And... I'm achey. I think I have a fever, too!

[deterrence]

Have you gone to the clinic for that?

[if he hasn't out of some "manly" I-can-power-through-it idea, it's not funny]

[takethat]

N-no...

[There is very little manly about this man. Really, he didn't go to the clinic because he didn't think of it. He was too busy pouting.]

...d'you think I should?

[deterrence]

[hence the quotation marks! (it's okay, really, she isn't for testosterone poisoning)]

Better to fix whatever the problem is early.

[thebutz]

...

You're sick too...? Man, I've been puking an awful lot today...

[a pause]

What wall thing...?

[clearly he has his priorities, just like Nick]

[takethat]

Just this... this thing, it had fireworks on it.

[Despite this, he's not made the connection as to why he's sick just yet.]

I hope I didn't get you sick...!

[thebutz]

I don't think so, I think you have a different thing...

Fireworks??

[takethat]

Yeah, it was a wall thing with fireworks on it. Miles gave it to me.