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So... um. [He coughs.] I'm not feeling... all that well. Uh - I think I'm just gonna... hole up until this gets better.

If anybody needs me, talk to Hisoka, I guess? Or Joshua. Speaking of which, Joshua, I hope to see you tonight.

... [ulp] U-um that said see you all in a couple of days bye!

[and the communicator cuts off almost in time to completely skip the sound of retching.]

[ooc; Tsuzuki's had his chip removed and is in the initial stages of infection.]

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[Tsuzuki pouted. Not too much, though. He hadn't really expected a 'yes' to that one. Stretching back out on the futon, he considered.]

Maybe some hot water. It might settle my stomach.

[It took a while to heat, but after a few minutes Hisoka was able to hand him a cup of hot water, held out carefully so it wouldn't spill.] Here.

Thanks, Hisoka. [He took the cup with equal care, but it sloshed anyway, and he yelped as the water landed on his knee.] Ow! -- whoops. Oh well, it'll heal!

[More carefully, he slurped just enough not to burn his mouth. The warmth soothed away a bit of the ache in his chest, but it just made his head hurt more. He hated being sick. He'd forgotten how much it sucked.]

...it does kind of help.

[Hisoka put a hand to his forehead, sighing, as Tsuzuki managed to spill the water all over his pants.] Be careful, you idiot!

[He stood up straight, placing his hands in his pockets again. It would sound stupid, asking Tsuzuki if he needed anything again, so he'd just wait.]

[Tsuzuki glanced up and smiled. Hisoka was just going to hover awkwardly, wasn't he? ...He really was cute sometimes.]

Hey, Hisoka. You can sit down.

[Hisoka looked at Tsuzuki in surprise... then, reluctantly, sat on the floor a few feet away.] ...I don't need your permission, Tsuzuki.

Well, you were just standing there. [He grinned, flopping back onto his back and replacing the wet cloth over his head. That helped. He felt awfully hot.]

Maybe I felt like standing. [He looked at Tsuzuki, whose skin was flushed with fever. It was cold in the room--the snow outside had seen to that--but Tsuzuki was probably burning up.]

But you sat down. [He coughed, shifting to try and relieve the ache in his chest. This really sucked.]

...You felt better after the first day, right?

[Ignoring Tsuzuki's first statement, Hisoka thought about his question for a moment before answering.] ...Comparatively. Before my empathy started acting up.

Hey, that's something to look forward to, then! Only a day...

[He rolled onto his side, rag slowly sliding down over his forehead to land on the blanket.] Think I'm gonna try sleeping.

...Right. I'll be awake, if you need anything.

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