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She was pretty sure that her immune system would have been top notch, considering the copious amounts of alcohol that she drank on a daily basis, but even still, her body still had the ability to give its little surprises. Though a cold wasn't exactly a 'happy' surprise. In fact she would have been quite content to have not contracted this affliction, and yet here she lay huddled in her apartment, clad in only her underwear and scanty top with her large duvet cocooning her shivering form.

A grumble from her stomach earned a woeful groan from the fortune teller- this couldn't be happening. The one thing that could help in her recovery was beyond her capabilities, and it was cooking. Bet the fates are gettin' a real kick outta this... Those assholes. A sneeze concurred her thoughts even as the pounding in her head earned a wince. Death was looking to be an option at this point if her misery continued.

"Ughh...."

Now I should work on his history. OTL. -_-'