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[wingsandwill]

I don't understand how humans survive.

[Someone has a cold.]

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[flameandpassion]

You're not dying.

[Guess who's just reading in your chair because this shit is kind of funny to watch in person.]

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

I'm well aware.

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[flameandpassion]

You're acting like a two year old.

[Page turn.]

You'll be fine in three days.

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

This is completely pointless, Rei. There is no reasons humans should be susceptible to such things. It is an evolutionary design flaw.

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[flameandpassion]

[ -- okay, she's honestly trying not to laugh now, but she manages to keep her attention on whatever it is she's reading, her lips pursing together slightly.]

I'll be sure to put it in the suggestion box the next time I see the man in charge.

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

He wouldn't care.

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[flameandpassion]

[That causes her to look up, arching her eyebrows almost incredulously.]

Are we seriously going to have the absentee father talk because you have the sniffles?

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

No. I simply felt the need to inform you of the fallacy in your plan.

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[flameandpassion]

[She rolls her eyes, closing the book to settle back in the chair, watching him curiously for a moment or two. What was so fascinating? And her own eyes glance down to her own PCD -- a habit, really, whenever Lucifer talks to anyone she cares about, although she's trying to get... better. It's not really working, though.

-- but hey, it proves to be useful this time around.]

Look at them sideways.

[Mildly.]

They're smiley faces.

[And she sends him a text.]

:) :( :O :P :|

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

They are extremely deformed.

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[flameandpassion]

I don't know, that last one looks like you.

[Dryly, as she returns to her book.]

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

How?

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[flameandpassion]

You're not making the right face.

[And Rei stares at him evenly, with this exact expression.]

It's not going to match unless you make the right face.

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

That is an extremely farfetched likeness, Rei.

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[flameandpassion]

[She snorts to herself before she returns to her book.]

Use your imagination.

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Why?

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[flameandpassion]

Because it'll keep you distracted long enough for you to stop complaining.

[Pageturn.]

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Your presence isn't necessary.

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[flameandpassion]

You would last ten minutes in here by yourself before you either got bored, needed someone to listen to your whining, or needed reassurance that sneezing isn't a harbinger of death.

[Pageturn.]

Like I said. Four year old. Also, a guy.

They whine more than girls do.

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

I am not male, Rei.

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[flameandpassion]

Yes, you are.

[Arguing is futile. 8| But she sighs and puts aside her book to get up and feel his forehead with a frown, to see if he has a fever.]

You'd better just stay in bed and wait it out, anyway.

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

I have more important things to be doing, Rei.

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[flameandpassion]

No, you don't.

[Automatically, and she sits on the edge of his bed.]

You have a fever.

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

I have never had a fever before.

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[flameandpassion]

It'll break on its own -- but if it doesn't in the next hour, I'm going to have to hunt down some medicine.

[Somewhere. She isn't sure where. She feels her own forehead with her free hand to gauge the temperature difference before dropping them both into her lap.]

It doesn't feel too high. You'll survive.