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[parttimes]

Noooot a whole lot better sounding.

[RION...]

[flyingsolos]

Oh, come on! Look, I didn't really do anything flirty until he confessed, okay?

[ SHUT UP, KOU. ]

[parttimes]

Look, I seriously don't want to know.

Just watch how you're saying some things.

[flyingsolos]

I can't believe you're scolding me when we're both holed up and sneezing.

[parttimes]

[And he continues, rolling his eyes:]

And also, make sure you're home by curfew.

[Now he's just joking, obviously.]

[flyingsolos]

[ That's definitely a pillow flying his way. ]

[parttimes]

[He definitely ducks it on automatic.

Huh.]

[flyingsolos]

You deserved to get hit by that.

[parttimes]

[Kou considers that...and then gently tosses the pillow back to her.]

Sorry, that was instinct. You can go again if you want.

[flyingsolos]

... No, I'll pass. All of my strength went into that.

[ She's so tired and she hates it. ]

[parttimes]

Oh well.

[BIG SHRUG.]

You tried. Now get some rest.

[He's just flopping back into his blanket nest instead.]

[flyingsolos]

Yeah, yeah. Try not to sneeze too loudly over there.

[ FRIENDSHIP. ]

[parttimes]

[Kou just snorts--and then they both probably pass out for awhile in their sick misery.

TIMESKIP.

It's... GETTING WORSE.

Kou wakes up in a bleary miserable mess a fair week later, tries to get up to grab some water, and....falls over.

Thump.]

[flyingsolos]

[ That-- barely rouses Rion, but it does indeed do the trick, and she groggily lifts her extremely heavy head off the pillow to try and locate the source of the noise. ]

Kou-kun...?

[parttimes]

[He opens his mouth to respond, and...

Sneezes.

WELL THERE HE GOES, BYE RION.]

[flyingsolos]

Kou-kun?!

[ KOU. KOU WHY. ]

[parttimes]

[Sorry.

He reappears like twenty minutes later via clutching at the doorway as he drags himself back into the room, looking both vaguely queasy and vaguely miserable.]

[flyingsolos]

Kou-kun!!

[ that raspy croak sure did come from Rion, who has since made it off the bed (and on the floor) and is now kind of gingerly wobbling towards him. ]

Are you okay? Where'd you go??

[parttimes]

Teleported…

[It’s a croak in response, though Kou nonetheless immediately walks over to Rion, plants both hands on each of her shoulders, and turns her back towards the bed.]

Please go back to bed before you fall over.

[flyingsolos]

You look even worse.

[ But she's also not stopping Kou from changing her course. ]

[parttimes]

[Kou snorts softly at that, and dryly:]

I'm in the spring of my youth, I don't know what you're talking about.

[flyingsolos]

You look like you were hit by a truck after having a sleepless night.

[ ah, friendship. ]

[parttimes]

[This is friendship.]

That's honestly fair.

[He's just going to make sure Rion's in bed before he turns back to his blanket pile.]

Go back to sleep.

[flyingsolos]

Wait a sec.

Shouldn't we try to find some way to like... keep you anchored here?

[ or is he going to just ping-pong his way around the temple. ]

[parttimes]

If you've got suggestions, I'm all ears.

[Kou just kind of...blows his nose.

Miserably.]

But I think when my head gets fuzzy, it's... [A lot harder to control.]