☮ 037; [action for Goldenrod]
Tonight, wandering outside the Goldenrod inn was one (1) miserable engineer staggering in the vague direction of the department store. His face was quite obviously flushed, and along with the whiplash-inducing sneezing fits it was quite obvious he had a nasty cold.
Thanks for that, Liquid.
"Phaaaa." Asimov tugged on his sleeve, trying to pull him back in the direction of the room he'd checked into with Liquid.
"Gimme a minute, I know." he muttered, voice hoarse and words coming out only in between sniffles. "But we're out of coffee. And almost out of tea. An' you know, god forbid Liquid go without tea for ten minutes."
Tugtug. Asimov was not budging on this one.
"Look, I said--gah!"
All Otacon's nerd strength was not enough to stop a four-foot sheep-thing from getting behind him and shoving him back into the hotel.
"Okay, oka--" He was interrupted by another sneeze, giving up with a sigh.
"Fine. M'just gonna go lie down for a while or something."
Thanks for that, Liquid.
"Phaaaa." Asimov tugged on his sleeve, trying to pull him back in the direction of the room he'd checked into with Liquid.
"Gimme a minute, I know." he muttered, voice hoarse and words coming out only in between sniffles. "But we're out of coffee. And almost out of tea. An' you know, god forbid Liquid go without tea for ten minutes."
Tugtug. Asimov was not budging on this one.
"Look, I said--gah!"
All Otacon's nerd strength was not enough to stop a four-foot sheep-thing from getting behind him and shoving him back into the hotel.
"Okay, oka--" He was interrupted by another sneeze, giving up with a sigh.
"Fine. M'just gonna go lie down for a while or something."