042814-Ryspor-Seriad

[11:08] -- carewornAstrologist [CA] began pestering gregariousTroubadour [GT] at 23:08 --

[11:09] CA: Seriad tugs at her pigtails and sighs, "Fuck."

[11:10] GT: ~Ryʃpor leanʃ over. "Feeling nervovʃ abovt-" He pavʃeʃ to covgh briefly. "-yovr 'firʃt time'?" he ʃayʃ, ʃmirking. "Yov ʃeemed eager enovgh before."~

[11:15] CA: "He's going to DIE, after..."

[11:16] GT: ~Hiʃ face ʃoftenʃ a little, aʃ he covghʃ again, ʃniffling a bit. "Then make it covnt," he ʃayʃ, waggling hiʃ eyebrowʃ for effect.~

[11:17] CA: Seriad blushes, "Y- Shut up."

[11:19] GT: ~He giggleʃ, which morphʃ into a covghing fit.~

[11:22] CA: "Can you... Like... N-Not cough so much"

[11:24] GT: ~He ʃtraightenʃ vp from having dovbled over while covghing, cheekʃ flvʃhed ʃlightly pvrple. "I can't exactly help it, yov know. I've ʃomehow managed to catch 'Inflvenza'. It'ʃ a hvman diʃeaʃe, apparently."~

[11:30] CA: "Ew gross!"

[11:31] GT: ~"Very."~

[09:47] CA: "Is this human disease contagious?"

[09:49] GT: ~"According to Kate, yeʃ." He covghʃ again, then a deviliʃh grin ʃpreadʃ over hiʃ face. "Not afraid of catching it, are we?"~

[09:50] CA: She backs away from him, "Let's... Not..."

[09:52] GT: ~He advanceʃ on her, armʃ ovt. "Flee from the dreaded Typhoid Ryʃpor, bringer of plagve and peʃtilence!" He attemptʃ to roll hiʃ eyeʃ into hiʃ ʃocketʃ. "One tovch iʃ deathhhhh..."~

[09:54] CA: She yelps, and swim... Jumps... Back...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[09:55] GT: ~Ryʃpor lavghʃ vproariovʃly, before ʃtopping abrvptly, looking ʃomewhat qveaʃy.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[10:20] CA: "Hey uh, you okay?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[10:22] GT: ~Ryʃpor nodʃ ʃharply, before abrvptly ʃwimming off. The brief ʃovnd of retching can be heard echoing throvgh the hallway~

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[10:24] -- gregariousTroubadour [GT] ceased pestering carewornAstrologist [CA] at 10:24 --