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Jericho continued to stare down at his arm in horror even as Riley took his hand so she could see as well. There was little doubt to him for what was wrong with them now, but he was afraid to say it. Even moreso, when he heard Malodore's voice calling from outside of the bathroom. If his eyes could widen any further, they just did.

Quickly, he pulled his arm back away from the mindflayer and pushed his sleeve back down to cover up the gray blotches.



He didn't want Mal to worry. The grey was a pretty obvious sign in itself. Quickly, he glanced into the mirror to see if there were any on his face. There were none, thankfully.

The sound of Malodore's voice brought her immediate comfort, but Jericho's words stifled said comfort before it could warm her for more than a moment. Stop that, she admonished her best friend, giving him a stern look. We trust Malodore. It can help us through this. And you must realize, if that is happening to you, it could happen to me. Therefore, I want it to take a look at it. It might be able to help.

She moved closer to the dragon, her hand reaching out for it's arm once more, and carefully turning it without touching any gray patches. It just doesn't make any sense.. why are you showing physical signs of something that we assumed was just a reaction to me, but I am not..

She lifted her eyes to the door, and her thoughts called out to her beloved. Give us one moment, mia cara. She turned her eyes back to Jericho, filled with questions. Please. Allow me to let it in.

Lost, baffled, and doing her best to stay away from people suspiciously laying on the floor. It was tough being a tumbleweed. The grunt caught her attention, forcing her to look at Christof instead of looking at the floor, and after a moment the photobooth was brought to her attention.

...Pictures? The idea made her brighten considerably; she didn't really have any pictures! This would be great! Lovely! And...whatwashedoing? His arm received a stare. Since when did he offer his arm to her? ...What should she even do with it? Uhh, uhh, think!

"Thanks~!" She managed to get out, taking an awkward step closer to slip an arm around his, as she'd seen Lizzy do before. "Did you want me to fix that first?" The loose skin on his face was gestured to with her free hand.

A wave of relief swept over Riley as soon as Jericho agreed, and she swept away to unlock the door, swinging it open and pulling Malodore completely into her arms.

I missed you. She whispered privately, as if they had been apart for ages, and not minutes. She buried her head into the crook of it's shoulder, and sighed. We have a new problem.

She didn't want to think about problems. She just wanted to hug Malodore. Nevertheless, she disengaged herself from the plague doctor, and allowed it to enter, closing and locking the door behind it. Take a look at Jericho's arm, please.

She looked so pretty tonight, a nice dress, they were all dressed so nice and having a nice time and the pink cotton was back. "...? Ummb!" He grunted, suddenly looking self conscious. He had almost forgotten his embarrassing damage. With another grunt, he nodded, but they could tend to it in line for a photo...

He swallowed thickly again, limping forward to lead the way.

((Exit to photo booth!))

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Well when he laid it out like that....

"He's really just a friend, Israfel. Nothing more a- that wasn't necking, by the way. It was..erm...." she paused, licking over her fangs as though wondering if she should finish the thought she was having. Would that be worse somehow?

"Feeding....." Just feeding. Feeding that would have her peeling dead skin out of the inside of her mouth the next day. So hot. As for the pumpkins, Shehk looked at the protection charm, then up at Israfel again.

"Well, the ninja pumpkin will have to wait until Jericho and I are near each other to strike, which..." she glanced towards the bathrooms, ears drooping sadly.

Jericho gave Malodore somewhat of a cautious look before glancing over towards Riley.

"Alwayss voicess.. They never leave uss," he whispered, not wanting to speak too loudly lest someone else hears. It was too bad the doctor couldn't read minds. Thought speech was a much more secure way of speaking in private.

With some sense of hesitation, he rolled up his sleeve again, but didn't hold it out. He was still nervous to show. He still didn't want to show. But if Mal looked carefully, it might have noticed some discoloration anyway.

Riley watched anxiously as Malodore studied Jericho's malady, and scratched an itch along her side. This dress, all of it's frills and lace, it was so terribly itchy.. and Junko wanted to make her wedding dress? Riley shuddered at the thought. It's the same, it has to be. The color, even the texture - whatever happened to them, is happening to us.

She furrowed her brow in dismay. Malodore, our theory concerning me being the origin of this, ah, sickness, is in danger of being disproven. Jericho is exhibiting physical symptoms, which means it cannot come from me. I do not even have these symptoms! She threw her hands up in dismay. Why is this happening to usss? Her pronouns had switched without her noticing.