Jan 04, 2010 02:11
[The first thing that you see when the camera comes on is Harper's hand pulling away from it, as he's literally just slapped it on. The rest of him, however, is currently in the process of rummaging under his bed. His voice is muffled.]
Oka-ay, show and tell time. Ladies and gentlemen, can I interest any of you fine patrons in this beau-tee-full...
[There's a squeak, and Harper's body jerks dramatically as he scrambles under the bed with something, before drawing back out from under it. He's clutching a highly unimpressed looking mongoose to his chest.]
M... uh... mongoose...
[He doesn't look particularly good right now. Apparently the fight for the mongoose was more strenuous than it looked, because he's breathing heavily enough for it to reasonably be considered wheezing, his eyes are bloodshot, and there's a rather nasty looking rash climbing up the side of his neck. Releasing the mongoose, which quickly and contentedly scurries back under his bed, Harper presses his hand to his chest, apparently trying to get back his breath, before falling into a coughing fit. When this finally subsides, Harper flops back onto the floor.]
Yeesh.
[OOC: Harper has a poor immune system, and I needed something to post about, so now he's got a VIRAL RESPIRATORY INFECTION! Guess which one I gave him, It's a good one! P.S. I got mod approval and all that nice stuff]
fucking immune system,
fucking mongooses