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[notpissedoff]

[The following is scrawled quickly before dawn, and is only just recognizable as Rain's handwriting. It more closely resembles something written by a feverish, half-asleep child.]

Can't work today.

[Responses, if he responds, will be ic-ly quite delayed because he went back to sleep.]

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[paintitgray]

[Pause. She doesn't know who it is, but it's obviously a child, and possibly an incapacitated one, and with this month being what it's been, that worries her.]

Are you all right?

[notpissedoff]

[A few hours later; his handwriting looks more like his own.]

I've been better.

[unevoked]

Skipping out?

[;A; I'm sorry I'm the slowest thing ever.]

[notpissedoff]

[No response - sleeping. Although if Castor happens to walk past Rain's room he'll hear Taichou scratching at the door.]

[Also, don't worry about it! <3]

[unevoked]

[The first time he hears Taichou scratching, he won't think anything of it-- but after the second or third time Castor walks past the door to hear the dog moving frantically, he stops to knock on it. He knew Rain had gotten smaller, just like Cloud-- but had he hurt himself or something?

Passing the piece of lettuce he had been grabbing from the kitchen to the rabbit happily poking out of a coat pocket, he rapped on the door a few times.]

Rain?

[notpissedoff]

[That he'd slept through the dog's scratching was a testament to how lousy he was feeling, but the knocking and the sound of his name woke him. Rain sat up, blinking blearily and absently scratching his arm. How late had he slept? Damn, he hadn't let Taichou outside yet...]

I'm up. [He dragged himself off the futon and over to the door, opening it and coming face-to-face - or face-to-stomach, rather - with Castor. He peered up at him, still scratching his arm. He hadn't yet noticed the rash all over his body, but the fever... that, he had noticed.]

What time is it?