I caught a cold, the November cold (TM), a classic, your traditional cold of every year. To commemorate this joyous time of the year, my cold af hands did their thing and drew Sunel with a cold. In a world of assigments due on Monday, against the odds, they choose to draw something warm.
Sunel: It’s nothing! I’m just a little dizzy.
Phog: But Sunel, I think you should-
Sunel: I’m okay. *he sneezes again* I just need to rest a little bit. Don’t wake me up!
He finds a quiet tiny spot between the sofa and the table and wraps his arms around his legs. He soon falls asleep. Soon after that, Phog notices Sunel has some trouble breathing and that he’s shivering.
Phog, as he sighs and looks for a blanket: Let me guess... you took a solo mission again and fell into cold Sylvalum waters again...
