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[[ Sickness Starters! - No Longer Accepting]]

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  “I am not!” Eros says aghast at the very idea of it.

   It’s not as though anyone in the history of ever has gotten sick from one of his little sweets. He’s been making the little love chocolates for centuries now and not once did anything go disasterously wrong.

  Well, unless you count the two poor souls who inspired Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. But other than them, no one had ever fallen ill from his sweeties. And his defense they were foolish lovers anyway.

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  Eros’ eyes widen at this.

    He can’t imagine what she might do to someone like him that could truly ruffle his feathers so he peers curiously at her. Absently, behind him, his wings tuck in toward his body a small action that would go largely unnoticed if they weren’t so big and one that means he is both interested and slightly, scared.

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  “Now why does everyone keep saying that?” Eros asks as looks at her from where he is swinging from the silk aerial rope that tethers him to the high ceiling of ht gym where he is practicing that day. Sure, he had his own set of wings and could easily fly at any point, but what good is being able to fly if you can’t find new ways to soar?

   “I’ll have you know it took me a good two minutes to get up here and you want me to just come back down so you can have a look at my face.”