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Dec. 18th, 2011 01:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wingsandwillI don't understand how humans survive.
[Someone has a cold.]
[Someone has a cold.]
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Date: 2011-12-18 06:49 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-12-18 06:54 am (UTC)-- 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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Date: 2011-12-18 06:57 am (UTC)They are extremely deformed.
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:05 am (UTC)[Dryly, as she returns to her book.]
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:23 am (UTC)How?
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:32 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2011-12-18 07:52 am (UTC)That is an extremely farfetched likeness, Rei.
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:56 am (UTC)Use your imagination.
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:59 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-12-18 08:19 am (UTC)[Pageturn.]
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Date: 2011-12-18 08:55 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-12-18 05:03 pm (UTC)[Pageturn.]
Like I said. Four year old. Also, a guy.
They whine more than girls do.
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Date: 2011-12-18 10:03 pm (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-12-18 10:47 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2011-12-18 11:43 pm (UTC)I have more important things to be doing, Rei.
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Date: 2011-12-19 12:01 am (UTC)[Automatically, and she sits on the edge of his bed.]
You have a fever.
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Date: 2011-12-19 01:45 am (UTC)I have never had a fever before.
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Date: 2011-12-19 04:50 am (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2011-12-19 10:18 pm (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-12-20 01:49 am (UTC)Relax.
Stop whining.
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Date: 2011-12-20 02:47 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-12-20 04:24 am (UTC)[She arches her eyebrows.]
You rebelled against Heaven. I'm pretty sure you can beat a cold.
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Date: 2011-12-20 07:57 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-12-20 08:01 am (UTC)[These are her terms. Accept them or accept them.]
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Date: 2011-12-20 08:05 am (UTC)Then I need my books.
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