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Who: An ill Lyle Dylandy and anyone who wants to visit him.
Where: His apartment in Rivera
Style: First
Status: Open! Though it would be helpful if they commented on his entry here! And feel free to start your own thread.

[Lyle is lying in his and Anew's bed, looking pale yet flushed and extremely bored. He's half-heartedly trying to read a

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[comes into their room and sits down next to him on the bed, gently pushing his hair off his forehead]

How are you feeling?

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Much better now. I'd like to be allowed out of bed.

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You're bored, aren't you?

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Very.

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You still look a little flushed, though...

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[makes the biggest puppy dog eyes he can muster]

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[... darn it, you know she can't fight that face for long]

Don't look at me like that.