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[After a moment there is a new notice, this time the girl speaks in a cheerful voice]Hello! This is Himawari. If you have a question about the city or wish to have some assistance looking up jobs or places for rent, please leave me a message

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[Curious. How did he know? She calls back, though maybe a hour after he had called (she was asleep on the couch at the time). Ring ring~]

[call]

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[She was rubbing at her face as she waited, leaning her head back on the couch, staring at nothing. She felt tired still (and sounded tired as well)] Ah, hello. This is Himawari. I just got your voicemail.

[call]

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[There was a soft sigh, as if telling the truth wasn't exactly what she wanted to do but she wasn't about to lie]

I'm feeling a little under the weather but I am doing better then I was last night. It's... just a cold I think. [It was slightly weird for her to have anyone call her let alone ask how she was. Especially when she had just seen him the day before at the workshop. She asked curiously:] Is everything alright with you?

[call]

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[She sat up more. A bird twittering in protest to her movement, near the NV before taking off to sit on the dogs head near by.]

Violently? What happened? [concern in abundance.]

[call]

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[The question surprised her at first, but she nodded, then... realizing that can't be seen. She sounded more concerned.] Ah, yes. Of course. [he hadn't known her long but she was a honest type.]

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[There was a small drawn in breath as she bit her thumb nail, hearing all this. Oooh, that... wasn't good.] That... ah... [how to say 'me too' with out saying 'me too'?] Hallucinations as well? that's deferentially not normal to a simple illness. But you're alright now?

[call]

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[At least he didn't get annoyed for her when this dance began, like so many others had. Still, for her it was mostly because she didn't want to cause unneeded concern for her, but in this case it seemed perhaps it was leading to something more then just a little cold and... what ever that was]

Do you not get ill where you are from? I don't get sick too often myself, but this had me run down, yes! Much like... like food poisoning perhaps? Only... well, not.

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That's... distressing. [she said at a soft mummer, considering it more. Someone who was modified not to get sick... getting that sick is really worrisome. She was filing that away for later as well. The more she spoke to this mane the more interesting he became to her.]

I wonder if the others--[She paused to cough, pulling the phone away form her face to do so. Coming back a moment later she cleared her throat] I wonder if any of the others from the workshop were sick. I haven't been checking the network at all.