IC: Not as Recession-proof as Previously Believed

[spurslikestars]

*Throb...throb...throb... A sharp, piercing throb, every so often, and the dull persisting ache thundered in his head with a painful fury like Texas hadn't known...for a long time. Coupled with how fatigued he felt and the congestion in his chest, Texas knew he had something coming on- He could feel it. How though? He was always careful, or he

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[betweennyandpa]

[Jersey normally wouldn't give a shit about people because he's just one selfish bastard, but when it comes to the well being of his fellow states, he just has to be concerned. So he enters with a tray with a hot bowl of soup and orange juice, maybe some toast.]

"Hey Tex Mex.. How you doing?"

[spurslikestars]

*...Tex Mex. Texas suddenly felt worse, and also irritated. He moved to plop his head back on top of the pillow, to give...the person who he couldn't quite make out in the dimness a scowl.*

Don't call me that.

*Normally, his voice would have been venomous, but now... It was just a tired sigh.*

...What's all that?

[betweennyandpa]

"Food and drink, but if you're going to be an ass, I'll give it to someone else."

[But he sets down the tray in front of Texas anyway because he's really a nice guy under his dickery...or so he likes to make people think.]

[spurslikestars]

Obviously.

*Texas didn't recall ordering any room service, or telling anyone, especially New Jersey, that he wasn't feeling well. New York would not approve of this.*

...How'd you know I wasn't feelin' too good?

*Paranoia. He had it.*

[betweennyandpa]

"A little birdie told me."

[He sits back in a chair nearby and folds his arms.]

"Of course you're not the only person affected by the recession either, so you'll be and going in no time."

[spurslikestars]

...A little birdie.

*Two possibilities immediately sprung into Texas' mind: either New Jersey managed to hear Roslyn talking to Houston, or New York, probably drunk for some reason, had gotten chatty. Neither option was one he liked- In fact, they both worried him. He sat up with a grunt, furrowing his brow.*

Pfeh, recession. What recession? My economy's fine.

*Denial is always the best response, right?And the, for a quick subject change:*

Was it a girl bird? Or a boy bird?