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"Really? Dude tha sucks man, m'sorry." Veli chimed in on Roddy's laugh. "Ya stubbrn' old mule let the chick pamper ya." He poked the other's back playfully as he laughed again. "Yeh I'm sorry I ain't about much. I actually went an' visited a friend at another base for a little bit. I knew I shouldda said goodbye or somethin'." A small sigh escaped his as he ceased his poking attack. "Besides bein' a sickbutt what have you been up to?"

Is that scout singing Tom Lehrer music whoopsIlovethatsong }}

“I ain’t gettin’ nowhere near one o’ dose freaks.” He grunts, moving a bit so Veli could reach his back, “If it gets worse, Rori can take care o’ me.”

The scout couldn't help the laugh that escaped him, causing him to drop a sheet or two of the pile of stickers he had brought with him. "Nah man ain't all of m' that bad right? But I bet this Rori of yours could take jus as good care of ya." He practically flopped forward onto the other's back as he continues with his decorating.

He takes the sheet with a grin. Fuck yes, Deadpool. “I dunno, juss’ been snifflin’ an’ coughin’ all day.” He shrugs, not even minding the random stickers. He was used to Jason’s shenanigans, this was much better.

"S'prolly just a seasonal cold or some junk like that yeah? If it gets bad though them creepy medics would probably be overly willn' ta fix you up." Veli scooted down the bed to put stickers on Roddy's back.

“I’m gettin’ sick.” He huffs, raising his eyebrows at the other. Superhero stickers? “…. Got any Deadpool?”

The scout nodded and handed over a sheet that had his hero on it. "Always. What's got ya sick? That dun sound like any fun man." He hummed for a moment before sticking another sticker to the other man.

… Veli, what’re ya doin’?

Veli chuckled. "Yer lookn' a bit glum. I figured these super'ero stickers 'd get ya ta be happy."

/sneaks up and tries to cover him in stickers/

oh my god that’s really good