beer [003]

[movedbymiller]

[accidental audio]

I don't feel so good.... Not going to work....

[Coughing. Lots of coughing. Phlegm-y coughing.]

What the--

FUCK! EW! JESUS CHRIST--

[Moar coughing.]

...Looks like I'll need to do laundry.

[/audio]

[ooc: D: Ohnoes. Bubonic plague. And she coughed blood all over her sheets. Stay tuned for pus-filled nodes.]

Comments

[inshiningkevlar]

... Ruthie.

You are listening to Harry this time, da?

[movedbymiller]

Couldn't it just be a coincidence that I'm coughing up blood?!

[inshiningkevlar]

The plague is occurring on too large a scale for it to be coincidence. And it is better to be safe than sorry.

[movedbymiller]

I don't want to go.

[inshiningkevlar]

That does not change the fact it is what's best.

Would you like company?

[movedbymiller]

...Please?

[inshiningkevlar]

I am not sure how long I can remain with you. I have duties with the police force I will have to attend to presently.

But until then.

[movedbymiller]

...Will you bring me a beer?

[inshiningkevlar]

Da, should you wish it.

What do you drink?

[movedbymiller]

Miller High Life. But don't tell Harry.

[inshiningkevlar]

As you say.