Room 402; Friday Afternoon.

[by137]

That horrible, hacking, coughing sound coming through the door of room 402? Yeah. That would be the result of picking through trash in a junkyard in rainy, sleety cold weather. It was worth it, though, because it gave A.J. this really awesome cooling unit thing that he, feeling inspired after class, curled up with and idly painted while

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[misshargrove]

Annette had nothing to do. Thus she was bored. She wandered down a floor and decided to see how A.J. was. Just cause.

Knock. Knock.

[by137]

"Co--" A.J. barely got out the first syllable before a round of coughing cut him off, the hacking kind that, just when it sounded like there wasn't any possible way that his throat could be tortured more, it started all over again. Red faced with a slight gasp for air, he managed to overcome it and choke out, "Come in!"

[misshargrove]

Good Lord, that sounded terrible and Annette hesitated before she opened the door and peeked her head in. "A.J.? Oh, no... you're sick..."

[by137]

With another, much smaller cough that stuck in his throat, A.J. tilted his head back to look toward the door and gave Annette a small smile. "Ah, it's nothing," he said. "Just a cold."

His grin broadened a little as he added, "Hey, stranger."

[death_of_hope]

Trying to keep up with her resolution of being more social this year, there was a pink-haired girl kicking at A.J.'s door in lieu of knocking.

The kicking would be because her hands were full. With pie.

[by137]

That...sounded distinctly like a kick and not a knock. A.J. grinned and, raising his voice although he knew it would threaten a cough, asked loudly, "Who the hell kicks a door? Were you raised in a barn?"

[death_of_hope]

"I was raised on a spaceship!" Anemone hollered, grinning. "Now open the damn door unless you don't want pie. I can always take it elsewhere!"

[by137]

There was a moment of silence.

"...What kind of pie?"

It was a very important question! A.J. coughed a little, but he was grinning madly.