#hello~.

“With your face red with a fever, it’s difficult not to take notice...” Candela chuckled nervously. “Goodness... how did you become so ill? Do you want me to make you some soup?”

“First, calm down... I’m pretty sure she’s going to be fine. Second, you’re going to have to be more specific than that. What’s going on?”

"O-Oh! Sorry!" He glanced down at the smaller one, giving an apologetic smile. "Well, it might be partially my fault. This sort of thing isn’t new to me."

"Ugh...my eyes feel like they're about to pop out...I've been reading for too long again."

     Giving a soft sigh, the mortal flopped down on a nearby bench, taking a break from his entirely boring part-time job. Usually this area was unoccupied, people having more important things to do or places to be, but today another sat beside him. At first, he hardly took notice, but after his head cleared a bit--reeling after a customer had managed to slosh an entire bottle of bleach down aisle three--he gave a soft sigh and began, "Afternoon." Not much of a talker, but then again, he's still pretty dizzy.