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Gan/gle saying "I've got a cold..." in her pitiful little sad voice π₯Ίπ
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Gan/gle saying "I've got a cold..." in her pitiful little sad voice π₯Ίπ
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"You don't look well," one says, cautiously pressing the back of a hand to the other's forehead.
"I don't feel well," the other mumbles drowsily, leaning into the touch as they struggle to keep hold of their consciousness, playing tug of war against a slowly-rising fever.
"Your nose is running all over my boobs" "sNdFFFF! Snrkk!...I'b sorry...they're so soft, a'd they feel so cool od mby face I ju...huhh...HUH'GhkkSsHIEW! Hnk'GtSHHEW!...guhh..."
"Nevermind...go back to sleep, I'll wipe it off later," [Snaps photo of their partner dozing on their mess-covered rack]
Al/as/tor getting his handkerchief stolen and having to face the indignity of his nose running, eventually resorting to the humiliating act of wiping it on the back of his sleeve with no greater alternatives, static hissing in complaint at the dark stain on the arm of his coat.
V/ox teasing him, "D'awww, somebody catching a cold?" as he pulls out his own handkerchief and waves it teasingly in Al's face, "Wanna borrow mine??"
A few wet sniffles as Al/as/tor turns his reddish-pink nose up in offense, struggling not to wince as he feels moisture shifting in his sinuses, a trickling running down that makes him want to cover his face with both hands and run into traffic.
"Hhn'Kxhht! Hhn'Kkkxht!"
A gurgling blow into the just-offered handkerchief makes Al pin his ears back in disgust as V/ox dabs blearily at his screen, sniffling.
"Uch...mnghh...where'd that come fromb? sNff-Snfff!"
"Before your little interruption, I was going to say that I already have a cold...you seem to be coming down with one, however, if that stuffy nose is any indication," Al/as/tor responds, batting his eyelashes and pressing two playful fingers against the center of V/ox's screen, smirking when he responds with a damp sniffle.
"Stop! Stop ittt, I have a cold!" A croaks, pushing away a flirtatious B who's playfully leaning in for a kiss.
"Hm? Then soon, so will I~" B says smoothly, watching A flush, and then relent, as they slide their tongue into A's mouth.
Somehow, even after this, B is surprised and betrayed when they feel a scratchiness with every swallow.
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"Morniing, happy 1st day of winter!"
"Mmm... Mbordi'g,"
"What's wrong? You're usually so excited about this time of year- look, it's snowing!"
"That's ndice... have you see'd mby mbug a'dywhere?"
"It's next to the sink... not in the spirit this year? What's up?"
"I...snff-snff! I...Ah...Ha-ah'tSsCHhew! Ah'ptSsCHIEW! A-ah'tSsshiiew! I gotta deal with what autumb...autumb...Aut- what fall left id mby ndose before I cad be happy about winter,"
"You've got the right idea...that sounds like a terrible head cold,"
"SnRK!! SndFff- snff!- It is... I'mb spendi'g the first sndow of winter sndiffli'g a'd stari'g out the windows... H-ha... hah...ha-aah... AH'PTSsSHHew! Hah'ptSschhIEW!"
"Gesundheit! Well, I just put the water on for some tea, you wait right here and I'll set you up with a nice comfortable nest on the couch,"
"Thagk you- SnFfff!"
The phone rings, A rolls over in bed, disturbing the pile of used tissues that's beginning to accumulate around their duvet and pillows, feeling around on their bedside table for their phone.
A's flushed and shiny nose twitches as they search, lingering irritation causing their nostrils to flare ever so slightly.
They let out an experimental sniffle and run the heel of their palm under their nose to wipe away a slow trickle of thin mess, finally grabbing their phone right as the ringing threatens to give them a headache.
"Mmbbh- *Heeght-hrmm!*- Hello?" A asks, their voice hoarse and tattered at the edges, residual mucus from post nasal drip only adding to the roughness in their throat.
"Jesus, you sound like you've got a cold," B says, frowning on the other end of the line.
"Damn- sNrkk!- I didn't even get a chance to sn...E-ehh...HhyYihh'tSschhew!...sndeeze," A replies, pressing a balled up tissue to their drippy nose.
"The voice alone was a dead giveaway, go back to bed," B says, hanging up the phone and leaving A to roll over in bed, plucking another tissue out of the box and rolling their eyes.
"I don't sound that ba-aAhh...AiIhh'tSschuu! Ah-iIhhh'TsSCHEww!...snFf! uch..." A mumbles, dragging the heel of their palm under their nostrils and dozing off, snoring softly with their hand still clutching a tissue.
Ba/xt/er sleeping in the lounge while he's sick with a cold because it's freezing in the basement.
Characters walk by and he's just tucked up in a couple of blankets, snoring softly, occasionally halfway waking up to sneeze and blow his nose, leaving his dirty tissues in a paper bag on the floor next to the sofa.
I imagine he's a very heavy sleeper, especially if he's exhausted from being sick. Imagine the hotel gets attacked or something blasts a giant hole in the walls and he just rolls over with a scratchy yawn, unbothered.