Room 218, Almost Certainly Thursday (Right? Right.) Evening
Oh no.
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
Karla was standing in the middle of her dorm room, surrounded by piles of...of...of stuff. It was probably for the best that Gabrielle was off in Greece again (though if she knew what was happening to her roommate, she'd rethink that), otherwise she might have gotten lost in the heaping jumbles of books, clothing, ( Read more... )
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
Karla was standing in the middle of her dorm room, surrounded by piles of...of...of stuff. It was probably for the best that Gabrielle was off in Greece again (though if she knew what was happening to her roommate, she'd rethink that), otherwise she might have gotten lost in the heaping jumbles of books, clothing, ( Read more... )
There was a muffled curse and then a crash from inside the room as if, say, a female of his girlfriend's approximate height and weight tripped on something in her room and crashed into a pile of stuff.
And then there was silence. As if said girlfriend was hiding and hoping that Warren would think no one was home.
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"... Karla, are you alive in there?"
It was a rhetorical question. Either way, he was trying the doorknob.
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More silence from the room.
However, the door did not remain closed under Warren's hand. A few seconds and some annoyed-sounding beeps later, and the door was opening, revealing Mini-Morton in the doorway.
Could he reach the doorknob? Nope. Did that stop him? No, somehow.
Not that he paused long to acknowledge Warren's presence. He gave the distinct impression of tagging out and then churned down the hallway, where he could get some peace. Leaving Warren face to face with a disaster zone and a girlfriend unsuccessfully trying to hide under the bed.
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"Uh, Karla. You know that under the bed probably isn't the best place for sick people to hang out?"
Just throwing that out there. While stepping into the Danger Zone, here.
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DAAAANGER ZONE!
Karla peeked up over the side of her bed and gave Warren her best unsure-but-game grin. "I'm, uhh, just looking for something," she said with hearty cheer. "Don't mind me! I'm sure I'll find it soon!"
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Sicky McSickerson.
"I brought you more soup."
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Yeah. Karla didn't want Warren to know what she was looking for. She'd be happiest if he never knew that she couldn't find it. She was planning on telling him she had Buddy--you know, sometime; she'd just sort of planned to still have Buddy around when she did!
"I'm looking for..." Quick Karla! Search for inspiration! "This!" She snatched up whatever was close to hand.
...And that was her vibrator. AWESOME.
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Somehow, that wasn't entirely what Warren had been expecting her to grab, no. Though the two of them had been well acquainted over the sex pollen week, he was a little more prone to blinking and blushing, now.
"Not the first thing I'd expect someone to panic about when they're sick, but admittedly I don't have all that much experience with that..."
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And that would be Karla, turning beet-red and dropping poor Mr. Buzzy (2.0, Warren, gawd!) with a gasp. He vanished before he hit the floor and Karla tried not to spontaneously combust on the spot.
But, you know, since it had already been offered as a possibility...
"It, uhh, increases blood flow?" she offered, trying to think of things that sounded vaguely Healery. "And, umm, stimulates endorphins. That, in turn, ups the production of white blood cells to encourage faster healing while providing a boost to the immune system."
Was he maybe buying all that?
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"Come on," he sighed, smiling a little and setting the soup down on the nightstand. "What are you really looking for? Tell me about it over dinner? Are you feeling any better at all?"
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"Uhhhh..."
Karla wasn't entirely sure how to answer any of those questions. Dinner was going to be a little delayed, because there was no clean and open space to eat it. She was feeling a little hot and light-headed, but that could easily be a return of the fever or the side effect of panicked searching.
And as for what she was really looking for?
...Yeah, that was gonna go over well.
"I should clear a spot on the bed!"
Nice save!
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"So, you're hiding something?" Call it a hunch. Either way, he was shaking his head and moving to clear a spot off the bed anyhow. "Fine, I'll stop asking, then. But if it's really important, two people looking would probably be more effective than just one."
It was like logic or something!
"You can think it over while we eat. I actually brought enough for two, this time."
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"I'm not hiding anything," Karla protested. Except the disappearance of his beloved childhood toy that he might have had an issue with her taking if he'd known she had. But she wasn't really hiding Buddy, in that she didn't know where he was, so that didn't even count, right?
"More soup?" she asked. "It was really tasty yesterday."
Not that Warren would know that. With the whole not sharing and stuff.
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Please hold.
"The soup's gone," he reported.
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It was soup! Her soup! It wasn't suppose to just vanish!
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You know. That one there? The well-loved teddy that Warren was pulling out of the bag, one eyebrow arched slightly.
"Which is weird, because I don't remember Buddy ever having much of an appetite."
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