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[ Angelo's slumped tiredly on the couch, one arm wrapped around his abdomen. He eyes have a bit of fever-shine to them; he looks miserable and a little... droopy. He's weak enough that his control over his skin is faltering. When he speaks, his voice is weak and a bit hoarse. ]
I don't get sick. Ask anyone. Jubilee in particular, she's seen the vile things I'll eat or stupid gags I'll do for a bet. This completely sucks.
[ Closing his eyes, he puts his hand to his forehead as he lurches forward a little. The skin on his face and hands visibly sags. ]
Dios mio, I haven't had a headache like this in years.
[ His hand falls back into his lap and he stares forward listlessly.]
...I forgot what else I was gonna say. Anybody else sick? And, uh, Jono. ...You might want to watch your step outside the bathroom when you come home. I should clean that up.
[ooc: Angelo has not, for once, been watching television and doesn't know what's going around. He's also accidentally made the whole post public.]
I don't get sick. Ask anyone. Jubilee in particular, she's seen the vile things I'll eat or stupid gags I'll do for a bet. This completely sucks.
[ Closing his eyes, he puts his hand to his forehead as he lurches forward a little. The skin on his face and hands visibly sags. ]
Dios mio, I haven't had a headache like this in years.
[ His hand falls back into his lap and he stares forward listlessly.]
...I forgot what else I was gonna say. Anybody else sick? And, uh, Jono. ...You might want to watch your step outside the bathroom when you come home. I should clean that up.
[ooc: Angelo has not, for once, been watching television and doesn't know what's going around. He's also accidentally made the whole post public.]