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[skybright]

[looks like Sora's got a bit of a cold thanks to the blizzard (though really, it was only a matter of time); she's passed out in a big comfy chair in a den-like room, dressed in normal clothing and a nice fluffy sweater on instead of her regular outfit, with a blanket over her lap. there's an empty bowl on the coffee table nearby, and the room still smells vaguely of instant chicken noodle soup. there's also a big pile of tissues sitting in a trashcan next to the table, and a half-empty box of unused ones next to the bowl.]

Comments

[skybright]

Nothin'.

[she just sounds a little grumpy, but it's not really directed at him.]

[individuate.livejournal.com]

Oh, c'mon. I was just messing with you... Shouldn't you be used to that by now?

[skybright]

I am! I just don't like being sick.

[frowns.]

Makes it harder to be me.

[individuate.livejournal.com]

Everybody gets sick, Sora. Be glad it's just a cold.

[skybright]

I knoooow. I just don't get sick a lot.

[individuate.livejournal.com]

Which is exactly why you should get some sleep. Should come easy to you.

[Yes, he went there. :D]

[skybright]

[why is there nothing around to throw at you.]