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 Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2016 1:51 pm
Quote: Speaking of those rabbits! If you get bitten, for roughly two days after the bite, the injury is cold and the victim will feel random, cold, shooting pains. Their core body temperature will drop and they will often be sent into random fits of shivering. Eventually, these symptoms disappear--and so do the bunnies. Perhaps you, or someone you know, have the unfortunate luck of being attacked by one of these strange little bunnies. Good luck! No medicine seems to help, and no amounts of blankets or hot baths can soothe the chill. You're just going to have to deal with it and hope it gets better... "What do you mean you're sick?" Cassie's voice very nearly dripped incredulous as she stopped dead in her tracks, hand resting on her bedroom door knob. She was making a quick stop. Just long enough to drop off her bag, and change her coat. Then she was supposed to be meeting Clay at the theater. "Are you ******** with me? It's Rouge One." And they had tickets to a midnight showing, her treat. "You better not be ******** with me, Clay. I swear to god, I can and I will kick your a**." If he thought he was funny, he was sorely mistaken. "You were supposed to be there by now, making sure we got good seats." If he really was sick(and he had better not be), why was she only hearing about it now? When it was too late to do anything about it?
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2016 10:51 pm
"Dude, I'm in ********' six blankets and two of them are those heated jobs." Clay sniffed heavily into the phone - his nose was a constant drip, drip, drip and the kitchen sink couldn't compete. No amount of hot showers banished the cold, either. His eyes grew a bleary red with the chill, and his nose lit up loud enough to put Rudolph to shame. He even breathed through his mouth over the phone.
"Rogue One's gotta wait. I'll sneeze my a** through the whole film, dude. You don't wanna go with me right now." He wouldn't want to go with himself. He'd be that a*****e at the back of the theater constantly coughing and sneezing and groaning through the whole damn film and ruining everyone's fun. He considered that even worse than the couple getting it on in the back of the room, since at least then they provided an alternate show to get him through the boring parts of the real film. With a sick b*****d, he got nothing - no one ever looked good when they were sick.
"Dude, you're gonna think I'm high, but I got bit by this… ******** up snow rabbit thing… Ever since I been laid the ******** out like a coked-out whore. This s**t ain't kosher. An' I'm still ******** cold!" Clay thought about asking Cassie to bring him some tea. Like, a gallon of tea. The hottest of hot tea. "This is," he sniffed and snorted, "so ******** up. I shoulda got rabies or some s**t, right? Not this ********' cold."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 12:57 pm
Cassie gave a very audible and exaggerated tsking noise, tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth. "God, Clay, could your mouth be any more filthy?" Because Cassie totally cared, totally. She managed to maintain a serious silence for all of five seconds before cracking into laughter. "Whatever dude, I get it." If you were sick, you were sick, and sometimes Dayquil didn't do anything. Except, had he said rabbit. Delicate features pinched, lips twisting up on one side incredulously, and she shifted her phone from one shoulder to the other as she let herself into her room. "Wait," she huffed another soft laugh, disbelief clear in her tone. "You got laid out by some, what, snow bunny?" The sarcasm was thick with this one. "Are you sure? You don't have a fever, do you? Cause that s**t'll apparently make you hallucinate." A very slight pause. "A ********' rabbit?" Her bag bounced on her bed as she dropped it off her shoulder, and she shrugged out of her coat, tossing it over the back of her desk chair on the way to the closet. "Fine, bunny fever, whatever. Do you need anything?" Her night was pretty much blown now, she might as well see if his dumb a** needed anything.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 12:14 am
"Yes," Clay answered habitually. He sniffed. "Well. I could try. Probably." Wait, she wasn't serious. "s**t."
Clay curled further into his blankets while Cassie had a laugh at his expense. He didn't care; she could think what she wanted but that never changed the facts about his sickness. He knew how crazy it sounded. One day he was fine, then he got bitten by one of those rabbits, and today, he's laid out with an illness that tried its damnedest to hang on. "Yeah, I got laid out by a ********' snow bunny. No it wasnt huge, no it didn't have red eyes, and no I didn't fall asleep watching Monty Python while I was tokin' up. No bullshit here, Cassie, I'm not ********' with you. A rabbit." He never expected that a snow rabbit sickness would sound farfetched to someone who used a pen, called out some special words, and turned into a magic-wielding superhero. The irony was thick with this one.
"And yeah I'm sure I don't got no fever. You think I'm a ********' fool? My temp was 89 degrees this morning. 89 Cassie, not 98. I'm literally ********' freezing my nuts off over here." Clay gestured emphatically to the blankets, paused, then dropped the action.
"s**t." He snorted back more snot. "Uh… Gimme some of those cough drops? The Ricola ones. I like the minty s**t. Oh and another ********' blanket. I need to be baking like Satan's ********' butthole I guess. Maybe bring a blowtorch too so you can blow me outta the ******** ice cube I'll be when you get here."beejoux his dumb a** needs everything
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 9:12 pm
She was laughing as she pulled a different coat off a hanger. Laughing at him. Tactlessly. It was pretty much impossible not to, though? It was such an absurd story, even by Destiny City standards. Yes, strange s**t happened here all the time, but it wasn't usually this...ludicrous. The snow crystals hadn't surprised her, but vicious snow bunnies? That was a whole new level of ridiculousness. The bar had been lifted. She did sober though, as he mentioned his temperature, and very nearly asked him if he was sure he was reading the thermometer right, but he seemed to read her mind. And just like that, it wasn't quite as funny anymore. "Cough drops, blanket," she repeated back, zipping up her coat and heading for her door again. "How about some Thermoflu, or soup?" Cold air smacked her in the face as Cassie bounded down the front steps and hit the sidewalk, turning left. There was a drug store between her house and Clay's, and lucky for both of them, it wasn't a horribly long walk.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2016 9:35 am
"Thermoflu, soup," Clay echoed affirmatively. "Dude, you're better at this than me. I just sit here and b***h." To prove his point, Clay burrowed further into his blankets.
Clay didn't know how long the bunny sickness would lay him out, but he guessed a few days if these symptoms progressed like a flu. He couldn't afford to miss that much work, however - especially with the increased cost of heating the house and replacing some of his older, shittier winter clothes. He needed to figure out a way to beat this damned thing and fast, because money wasn't just going to invite itself into his bank account.
Unless maybe he could convince Cassie to come with him and rob a bank or something. They didn't need much, and it wasn't like the police could track them down and do anything about it. $250 was all he needed for a little financial security, that's all.
"Yo Cass, balcony's unlocked. You get up there, say hi to my bitches." His pigeons would undoubtedly be soliciting Cassie for food - they hadn't been fed all morning since Clay found it impossible to go outside. "Feed 'em, okay? The bag's under the counter with the rest of the s**t."
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 5:18 am
"So all the home sick essentials, got it." This wasn't her first rodeo. "And of course I am, girls are better st taking care of ourselves. We'd rather do something to minimize the symptoms, instead if wallowing in our own misery." Was it still a stereotype if it was true? The juxtaposition between herself and her brother while sick was just startling. There was a pause though, and Cassie drew the phone away to stare st it incredulously. When she put it back to her ear to respond, her voice held a hint of something that suggested she might of been winding if his anti-freezer was messing with his head. "Feed the bitches, right. "Okay, I'll be there soon. See you in a bit." She hung up, pocketing her phone, just as she reached the drug store. From there it only took a few more minute to get to clay, and when let herself in through the balcony slider, Romulus was folding away back into Cassie again. "Pigeons? Your bitches are pigeons? And seriously, dude, you need a mirror. You live alone, don't you?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2017 3:18 pm
Clay snorted back a wad of mucus when Cassie let herself through the door. "Yeah, my bitches are pigeons. Dude, you ever eat pigeon? They taste ********' good with a little," he snorted, "salt. Ugh, ******** man, I hate this s**t." Wearily he rubbed his eyes, and tears stained the heels of his hands.
Clay shifted in his cocoon of blankets enough to sit up, and dizziness nearly flattened him back out on the bed. He wondered, then, if he dehydrated himself by lying about all day. He probably did, considering the torrent of mucus coming out of every orifice imaginable. "And I don't live alone. s**t, if I could afford that… But nah, I got three roommates. Two of 'em ******** all the damn time. Third one's hot but she's a little freaky. Like, weird-freaky." Another sniff, and he reached out for Cassie's promise of Thermoflu. He'd take the soup, too; a cold can never put him off from eating a meal, even if they recommended heating it.
Though, he supposed heating it might help with how cold he felt.
"Oh, and thanks for doin' this. Like s**t am I goin' out there. ******** that." Clay sneezed into another tissue. "Seriously though, watch out for those ********' rabbits. Little pricks bit the s**t outta me. An' I dunno what they even are. Like, rabbits yeah, but they could be somethin' else too. Like youma or some s**t. I wasn't gonna power up around a couple of stiffs to find out."
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 9:19 am
"Uh," she looked at him like he was crazy, because he was. "No. No I haven't." Pigeons weren't for eating. They were pests that came along with living in a city. Tolerable, ignoble pests. Except, apparently, to Clay. She handed over the box of thermoflu, frowning. "Well that's inconvenient. If you had a mirror it'd make getting here so much easier." Just a mirror walkaway, it'd make bringing he care packages would be ridiculously easy, but the news that he had roommates made that a little more difficult to pull off. "Maybe you could put one on the back of your bedroom door." That was where Cassie had her's. "I'm assuming you have a can opener. I can go heat up the soup for you." She'd moved like she was about to head to the kitchen, but stopped as she came up even with him. "Magic, vicious little blood thirsty rabbits, huh?" Her had came up, and she'd press the back of it to his forehead. Then jerked it back, surprised. "s**t, dude." He'd said he was cold, but damn, she didn't it'd be this bad. He wasn't quite ice cold, but he was close. "You got any space heaters?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 3:04 pm
"Dude, there's a mirror." Again, Clay hocked back some snot. He pointed toward the wall left of his bed. "There's a bathroom on the other side of the wall. S'got a big enough mirror to climb through. Jus' make sure no one's starin' you in the face when you come through, unless it's me." On second thought, maybe Cassie didn't need to know exactly how much time he spent staring at himself. Or styling his hair. Or primping his clothes.
Yeah. Bad idea.
"I'll put one in my room when I get paid. Or maybe I can find one at one o' those estate sales… Those bitches have the best old clothes, dude. You could dress like you're ********' lit on like, twenty bucks." Clay laid back against the pillow with a sigh. His nose felt like it burned in the fires of hell, his eyes watered uncontrollably, and his skin felt as cold as his nose felt hot. What the hell kind of Christmas Rabies was this?
Cassie finally snapped out of her disbelief, however, once she touched him. He smirked as if to say I told you so. "No, I don't got any space heaters. I wear ********' blankets for that. Unless you wanna cuddle?" He popped a wide smile.
"There's a can opener in my nightstand." To prove his point, Clay reached over to jerk the old drawer open. Surely enough, an army-issue can opener sat among a flashlight, some condoms, vaseline, some old mail, and a pamphlet on the terrorists of Destiny City.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2017 5:06 pm
She gave him the look that comment had deserved, but ended up nodding her approval as he realized the folly of that statement and amended to put a mirror up in his room instead of a shared bathroom. "Good. It'll make it so much easier to check in on your a**." She reached out to lay the back of her hand against his head again, and this time left it there for a long second instead of jerking it away. The coldness made her grimace. It would have been great if he'd had a space heater. Would have helped to increase his temperature a bit, make him more comfortable, maybe. Since he didn't she was definitely going to heat up the soup. Maybe he had some tea, too. The more hot fluids, the better. And she wasn't ruling out cuddling as a means to raise his body temperature a bit. Lips pursed, she grabbed the can opener from the draw and made for the door. "I'll be back in a few minutes with soup." She disappeared through the door as she said it. A few minutes later, as promised, she returned with a bowl of steaming chicken noodle on a plate with a spoon and some crackers she'd found in one of the cupboards. "Here we go. You're going to have to sit up though, cause I'm not feeding you."
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 9:48 am
"My a**? What about the rest of me?" Clay smiled, but he imagined the gesture looked like a travesty. Hell, with all that snot treating his face like the next marathon, he probably looked like s**t. Maybe that was to his advantage. Cassie was sticking around anyway. He half-debated pointing out how she could warm him up.
During the time spent in absence, he debated whether powering up would help with his body temperature. The cold bit less fiercely when he wore his uniform, even on the days that he forgot his coat. While he wasn't powered when he received the bite, the magical bullshit surrounding it indicated a connection. No one ever caught a literal cold from the cold. Or from a bunny. Rabies, yeah, but a cold? No. Some weird s**t went down, and if he wasn't at home, he'd power up to see if that worked.
As it was, Cassie would probably smack the s**t outta him for it.
The devil returned, holding steaming soup and crackers. While not particularly hungry, Clay got that soup could only do good things for him right now. But, sitting up to eat it sounded like a bad idea. He'd get cold. Again. So, after finagling a burrito of blankets about his body, Clay pulled himself upright enough to visit the bowl. Small steps, he figured.
Chicken noodle often tasted weird after eating squab for so long, but he didn't complain. Hell, any kind of food he didn't have to cook tasted worth it to him. He scooped his first spoonful, blew on it to tame some of the winding steam, then paused to consider Cassie. No time like now, he figured. "So I never had the whole 'senshi discussion' with someone before. More than like, the usual. How long you been a senshi? And you like it?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2017 4:51 pm
When her hands were free again she'd take a seat beside him, drawing her legs in to sit indian style, hands circling her ankles. She watched him as he scooped up a spoonful, blew to cool it to a bearable temperature, and then paused. It left her frowning at him, but only for a second. "Hmm, Not quite a year yet?" Lips twitched up on one side as she did a little mental math. "Yeah, just shy of a year." Pale fingers plucked at the thin line of sock that was peeking out of the top of her right boot, drawing it away from her legging clad calf and letting it snap back. "I like it alright. I guess I'm still getting used to it. I mean, I got a good run down of the court and all that s**t, but I probably don't power up as much as I should." She tried, and she managed to scrap together the the minimum for quota, most of the time, but she probably could have been doing more. "I don't know that many people yet, except you, and Kit. The prince, too, I guess." She shrugged. "How about you, how long have you been a senshi?"
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