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[lovebornblossom]

WHO: Laharl and Flonne
WHEN: October 22nd, late afternoon.
WHERE: Midgard, Apartment 5
FILTER: Closed, for now.
WHAT: Infected Flonne is infected. ;_;
NOTES: BECAUSE THIS COMM NEEDS MOAR LOVE. Following the virus run-down, gonna play out the getting sick (4-8 hour marker) to... maybe the end and such actually. XD If any roommates/other vassals want

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[makainoou]

It was around the time that Laharl started contemplating dinner, and though Flonne was at the bottom of his list to demand it from, he had been wondering vaguely where she'd disappeared to. He smelled her before he saw her, not her usual scent but something strong and unpleasant. She was right to think he would have made fun of her for getting scratched by a cat, but being sick was a little different.

He sat up, frowning and looking her over. It didn't look like something to just brush off either. "What happened to you? You eat something weird?"

[lovebornblossom]

Flonne shook her head. "N-no. I don't think so," she responded, moving around the couch, though it was a little more like stumbling, finally settling on her knees on the floor beside the couch.

"A-ah... the floor is cool," she mumbled, noting the floorboards. She was shivering so had thought herself to be cold, but now realizing how nice the floor felt she realized perhaps that wasn't the case.

"I just started feeling really bad a few hours ago."

[makainoou]

"Weren't you cold?" he asked. That was what the blanket was for, right? Laharl didn't know much about being sick; it wasn't something he'd had much experience with outside that one illness that...

A trace of worry entered his expression, and he reached out to touch her face, her arms being hidden under the blanket. She felt warm. "Feels like you've got a fever or something. What're you supposed to do for fevers?"

[lovebornblossom]

"I was, but... not so much now." The chill had passed and she actually felt a bit hot.

Any other time she would have blushed at having her face touched, but her only thought now was how his fingers felt cool against her flushed skin. "A... fever? Um. I... I don't really know. I've never had one," she admitted. It wasn't a bad thing that she hadn't, of course, but it did leave her rather clueless.

Thus her thoughts turned to, what else? The television. "Cool down, maybe?" she asked, picturing characters in her animes with washcloths on their foreheads.