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?

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[lazyinlove]

I'm going as soon as I can get someone to help with a thing.

[retraced]

[Well, that explains everything.]

What do you need help with?

ugh sorry bro

[lazyinlove]

Um...nothing. Just...a thing.

[You're welcome, Gilbert.]

[retraced]

[-_-;]

If you don't explain what it is, then how is anyone supposed to help you with it?

[lazyinlove]

It kinda has to be explained in person, you know what I mean? Someone will step up. People offered before.

[retraced]

I don't follow.

[Be more vague, Stanley. Geez.]

[lazyinlove]

[The vague is on purpose, brain trust.]

It's personal. I can't ta -hyaaaschoo!- talk about it in public.

[retraced]

[He gets that. There's a lot of things that he refuses to talk about over this very public channel. And from the sound of it, Stanley has other people already helping him with whatever this private thing really is.]

I see. I'll leave you to it, then.

[But before he hangs up:]

I was planning on making soup for dinner tonight, if you want some.

[lazyinlove]

Seriously?

[Okay, he likes you now. Bribes in the form of food will always win you favor, ponytail.]

Where at? I won't breath on anyone. Promise.

[retraced]

[His hair is down now, brat!]

The cafeteria. Maybe you should get one of those masks first...

[He'd been told they were helpful during that strange plague a few months ago, but from his standpoint they hadn't helped at all.]

[lazyinlove]

I'll take it to go.

[No one care about your hair dude.]

[retraced]

[He cares.....:c]

Your roommates might be upset if you leave dirty dishes in your room.

[lazyinlove]

It's how I let them know I'm still alive.

[Oh okay one person then.]

[retraced]

There are cleaner ways to let them know!

[Post-it notes, for example.]

[lazyinlove]

No ones ca-KYOOO!- ugh. Complains about the current system.

[You know about sticky notes but not USB drives?]

[retraced]

[Baby steps! He'll start with modern stationary and then work his way up to solid state drives.]

...Mm. All right. It'll be ready at about six thirty, if you're still hungry by then. But don't force yourself.

[lazyinlove]

Okay, mom.

[A comment Gilbert has probably never heard before, ever.

Though, after a few more attractive hacks and sneezes, he manages to tack on some gratitude.]

Thanks.

[retraced]

[If anything he should be Papa. :c Get it right.

He waits until he's sure that the boy is done coughing up another lung before replying.]

It's no trouble. Try and get some rest until then.

[lazyinlove]

No, it's...it is. Seriously.