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[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

Head's splitting. Work tonight. Can't wait.

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[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Sounds like fun times will be had by everyone.

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

Depends on how you're defining fun. [Quieter than normal. He's loathe to show it, but everything grates.] Hi, Siobhan.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ He doesn't have to show it, empath girl can feel, and he has her sympathies. ]

Hello Jude. Want something for that head?

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

If you've got anything you don't particularly mind sparing, that would be amazing.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Just a minute.

[ She disappears briefly and comes back with a glass of water and an aspirin, handing them over. Then she takes an amethyst out of her pocket, breathes on it, and holds that out to him as well. ]

Should carry that with you as well.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

Take the night off?

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

I... should really keep my paid sick leave for another emergency.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

Someone'll catch whatever you've got. *...like Les, but. oh well.*

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

Headache from sleeping on it funny? ... Yeah, that's catching.

[liwyatann.livejournal.com]

[There's a cold hand on his forehead, and a soft voice tutting at him.]

Shouldn't go into work sick.

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

It's not anything catching, Liw.

[Does the hand on his head feel wonderful? Well, yes, yes it does.]

[liwyatann.livejournal.com]

[Gently rubbing as though trying to smooth away his wrinkles. She chuckles deep in her chest.]

Still not goood, though.

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

No-o. Oh, you beauty. Why are you so cold.

[Best. Ice-pack. Ever.]

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Sounds like fun times will be had by everyone.

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

Depends on how you're defining fun. [Quieter than normal. He's loathe to show it, but everything grates.] Hi, Siobhan.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ He doesn't have to show it, empath girl can feel, and he has her sympathies. ]

Hello Jude. Want something for that head?

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

If you've got anything you don't particularly mind sparing, that would be amazing.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

Take the night off?

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

I... should really keep my paid sick leave for another emergency.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

Someone'll catch whatever you've got. *...like Les, but. oh well.*

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

Headache from sleeping on it funny? ... Yeah, that's catching.

[liwyatann.livejournal.com]

[There's a cold hand on his forehead, and a soft voice tutting at him.]

Shouldn't go into work sick.

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

It's not anything catching, Liw.

[Does the hand on his head feel wonderful? Well, yes, yes it does.]

[liwyatann.livejournal.com]

[Gently rubbing as though trying to smooth away his wrinkles. She chuckles deep in her chest.]

Still not goood, though.

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

No-o. Oh, you beauty. Why are you so cold.

[Best. Ice-pack. Ever.]