say it don't spray it; a voice post.

[lazyinlove]

Kya-HAschyuu!

[That pleasant sound is accompanied by some sniffling, and throat clearing. You're welcome, fellow space cases.]

Sorry. I...my brain is all stuffed up.

[By the sound of it, the croaky teenager addressing you right now probably means his sinuses are stuffed up.]

It's cold. Anyway some of you said you could help with some stuff before...Don't say it, okay? Just -hyaaaSCHOO!

[Sniiiiiffff, cough. Really attractive, right?]

Show of hands?

Comments

sorry, got sick irl!

[lazyinlove]

Don't make me laugh, it hurts.

no problem!

[heroxide]

That's fine. I ran out of all my good jokes a couple decades ago.

How'd you even get sick up here, anyway?

[lazyinlove]

Dunno. I got back like a week ago. Stuff doesn't incubate that long right?

[heroxide]

Could have gotten it from that "secret cargo". Kids tend to be snot deposits, right?

[lazyinlove]

That's kinda offensive, dude.

[Not that he actually sounds particularly offended. He just assumes Spike probably doesn't know it. Someone ought to tell the guy.]

[heroxide]

What? They are snot deposits. No shame in it.

[Shaking his head and snorting.] Either way. I'd forgotten how repulsive it is being sick.

[lazyinlove]

Yeah. It's pretty gross.

[He'll happily take that change of subject. Peace isn't something he's willing to talk about where people might see it.]

[heroxide]

[Confidential tone, like he's giving important advice:] Be a bloodsucker like me. You never have to have the sniffles again.

[lazyinlove]

Really? Huh.

[That sounds kinda awesome. But maybe it's just the fever talking.]

[heroxide]

[Smug, teasing him a little:] It's great. Too bad for you, yeah?

[lazyinlove]

Yeah, bummer. I'll have to eat some garlic breadsticks later to cheer myself up.