ⅹⅴ┆*cough*

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Okay... That was weird... Having woken up a bit nauseous and headachy wasn't exactly in his plans of the day. The headache in fact wasn't weird to him, but that was another story. Nevertheless, it wasn't incredibly bad to stop him from going down to the kitchen to get something for breakfast first thing in the morning.

So there he is, sitting on a stool at the counter, a plate of cereal in front of him, though he's not really eating much but poking the very wet contents of his plate with his spoon. Is it your imagination or he does he look a bit... well, sick? Oh well, what do you know, SOLDIERs may be able to get sick after all.

The journal lies open next to him as he skims over it trying to find anything that catches his attention, though, it the journal which catches a couple of coughs... Or more than a couple.]

... This is different.

[And some more coughing.]

Aw, c'mon...



{{in person or through the journal}}

Comments

[righttrack]

It is that season.

[shrugs_a_lot]

Huh?

[righttrack]

For getting sick. Isn't that what you're complaining about?

[shrugs_a_lot]

Kinda... I haven't gotten sick in years. [Coughs a bit more.]

[righttrack]

Years? Really?

Dictated forever

[huffythedragon]

...Hey you don't sound too good.

and ever

[shrugs_a_lot]

I don't feel too good.

[huffythedragon]

Maybe you should get checked out at the clinic.

[shrugs_a_lot]

I keep forgetting there is a clinic...


I might go later.

[huffythedragon]

Dude, no, you should go now. It could be something serious.

[samson]

If you're sick, we're down a man for football. [GET IT TOGETHER, CLOUD]

[shrugs_a_lot]

[... That's so unfair!!!!!!!!]

I'll get better. [Yeah no... Coughs.]

[samson]

Go get some soup or something.

... actually, I don't think anybody's ever gotten sick here before.

[shrugs_a_lot]

Yeah... later.

... Seriously?

[samson]

I mean, I've been here for like two years, and I can't remember anybody even catching a cold.

[cheerupemoborg]

Different how?

[shrugs_a_lot]

Coughing and stuff.

[cheerupemoborg]

That's different for you?

[shrugs_a_lot]

Well, yeah.

[cheerupemoborg]

You must not get sick very often...

[Oh well. Less sick days, right?]

Cloud

[ninjainviolet]

[Have a stuffed-up Sheena speaking over the journal.]

You too?

Sheena

[shrugs_a_lot]

Yeah.


... Want some soup?

Cloud

[ninjainviolet]

That sounds good.

Did you make it?

Sheena

[shrugs_a_lot]

Me? Nah, I can't cook.

Someone said it might help.

Cloud

[ninjainviolet]

Yeah. I'm not sure why, though.

Chicken soup, right?