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[zarcastic]

Zach was slightly unnerved by Luna's assertion that there were things growing in his cigarettes. What was it she'd said? Heliopaths? He examined the cigarette very closely, but it didn't seem to have anything there

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[huffle_sus]

Susan came out of the bathroom, furrowing her brow at the sound of Zach's voice.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Her Healer's instinct had already kicked in and she looked him over. "You're not hurt are you?"

[zarcastic]

"I'M DYING!" Zach informed her, collapsing into the nearest chair. "I CAN'T BREATHE! DO SOMETHING!"

[huffle_sus]

"Dying?" she asked, arching a brow. "You aren't bleeding, so just tell me what happened..."

[zarcastic]

Zach quieted a little to glare at her, since yelling wasn't very effective. "I told you, I can't breathe. Fuck getting lung cancer, this is worse."

[huffle_sus]

"Did I say that? No, I didn't," she replied, brushing her hair behind her ears as she looked up at him. She circled her arms around her legs and continued. "What I meant is...well you wouldn't get embarrassed by the questions some of your readers might have?"

[zarcastic]

Zach thought about that for a moment, but he couldn't think of a question that would bother him. "... Like what?"

[huffle_sus]

"Oh I don't know," she replied. "I'm sure there are some. I just can't think of one."

[zarcastic]

"I will delegate embarrassing questions to you, then," Zach decided. "Stuff about... feminine things. Maybe I should enlist a female columnist to handle those."