003 {Audio} [Postdated to Nov 2]

[fallintheriver]

[Whiiiiiine.]

I still smell like puke.

[Two days and many baths after the Halloween party.]

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[thenotmagician]

...Why d'you smell like puke?

[fallintheriver]

Because I puked, stupid.

[A lot.]

[thenotmagician]

[...Well he doesn't blame him, really.]

Need me ta get you anything?

[fallintheriver]

Something to make the smell go away.

And the taste.

[Ezra would go so far as to willingly brush his teeth at this point. That's how bad it is.]

[thenotmagician]

[And Zeke is going to suggest that, actually. Gdit Ezra.]

Brush your teeth and I'll go get ya somethin'.

[fallintheriver]

Brush them with what?

[That stuff went in the garbage the first day.]

[thenotmagician]

[SIGH.]

Alright, hold on. Be there in a jiff.

[fallintheriver]

[What the hell is a jiff, Zeke? Ezra is just going to wait here, lying on his bed and moaning like he's at death's door, okay?]

[thenotmagician]

[Jeez Ezra learn your human lingo.

AND AFTER A JIFF.

Knock knock knock. Knocknocknocknock.]

[fallintheriver]

[Oh, so that's a jiff. Ezra opens the door, looking thoroughly pathetic.

Zeke will be able to tell what Ezra's complaining about right away; the room reeks.]

You brought it?

[He holds out his hands, expectantly.]

[thenotmagician]

[...Oh ew. Zeke winces at the smell and steps inside.

And actually, he brought several things. They're all in his bag.]

What'd'ya do, just leave your filthy clothes in here?

[fallintheriver]

I washed them first...

[And sure enough, his halloween costume is sitting in a pile in the bathroom, sopping wet. It's probably been sitting there growing mould since he took it off.]

[thenotmagician]

[Zeke walks over to the bathroom and...

Gross.]

Right, so, we gotta get rid of that first.

[Zeke dumps out the contents of his bag on Ezra's bed, picks up the costume, shoves it in the bag, and tosses it out the door.]

[fallintheriver]

[Ezra follows the bag with his eyes, but is too lazy to actually go after it.]

Hey, maybe I wanted that.

[...He didn't, but maybe he did. Maybe.

The effort is taken to flop dramatically on his bed with the items, and he begins rustling through them.]

What are all these things? They'll work, right?

[thenotmagician]

Hopefully. Imma cook, not a miracle worker.

[Zeke walks over to the bed and picks the items up.]

Tooth brush, tooth paste, soap, candles.

[He shoves the tooth brush and paste in Ezra's direction.]

Now go brush your damn teeth.

[fallintheriver]

Fine. But I'm not gonna make a habit of it.

[And with surprisingly minimal complaining, Ezra goes and brushes his teeth. That's one smell taken care of. He comes back in the room, mouth full of foam, toothbrush sticking out much like a cigarette might.]

Why'du brig camdles? You gomma burm da smell?