Act 7

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Primus, I knew I should have gone to get that shot when it was offered, bad needle experiences be slagged. I think I've caught that bug going around. Have not been well at all for the last couple of days.

I probably look a mess. My hair's probably filthy and Primus knows my eyes are all puffy. Don't you fragging dare laugh, Sunstreaker. You were

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I hate you.

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Yes, I do. As of right now.

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No, you're right. I don't hate you. I love you.

[ooc; sick Tracks makes a typo. He meant 'loathe' but he can't type. *shushes at you and giggles*]

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You can read, can't you?

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I think that would be obvious.

Wait, wha--
That's NOT what I MEANT to write! Ignore that. It had to be an illness-induced typo. I do not love you.

[ooc; FYI, now that he's completely flustered by his own mistake, it's the perfect time to take advantage to tease the hell out of him. Not that he can do anything to defend himself.]

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NO. And why would I be?

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I don't care what people on the street think of you. I still don't like you.

[ooc; Denial! *smacked*]