Remy hoisted himself up to sit on the divider between the booths, head tilted, smirking faintly when he realized who it was, "Y'don' sound so good mon ami. Been goin' outside wit'out a coat?"
Because it was gross and pneumonia-inducing out there!
He tutted, shaking his head and sliding himself back down so that he was in Miniver's booth instead. Sometimes he really was too cat-like for his own good, "T'at always sucks."
He arched a brow, "Y'gettin' 'nough fluids? Chicken soup? Mebbe some gumbo?"
Because real gumbo would burn off any lingering cold bugs.
He shrugged again, "Well t'at's y'problem right t'ere mon ami. Wasn' t'at great means it wasn' real, an' if it wasn' real 'course t'ere were still germs."
The mouse has become a plague rat D:
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Because it was gross and pneumonia-inducing out there!
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"That and some other ill-advised actions."
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He arched a brow, "Y'gettin' 'nough fluids? Chicken soup? Mebbe some gumbo?"
Because real gumbo would burn off any lingering cold bugs.
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Miniver looks a bit green at the mere prospect.
"Dun want any food."
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He's too sick for his mind to go there right away.
Even knowing it's REMY.
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Of course, if it didn't he'd give it a little nudge.
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"What? What?"
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OH.
Miniver blushes deeply.
"Yeah well kissing someone's how I got sick in the first place. And it wasn't even a real great kiss."
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Remy logic. Gotta love it.
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MOMENT OVER!
"Just 'cos y'meant it doesn' make it real." He said, shrugging, "Trust me, I know t'ese kinds've t'ings, non? S'my job."
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And that was just a starting point!
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