irl meetups & phone

[dissimulative]

Time to touch some grass.

There is nsfw in here. Shhh.

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[insinning]

[ Even through the haze of the medicine, the anger and fury, warmth blooms through him.]

...yeah. I would.

[ His words are slow, muffled. He might be falling asleep again]

[dissimulative]

Yeah... so... rest up and I'll see you in the game again, okay? I don't feel as sick anymore. And you better not either.

[ A threat!!! ]

Or I'm gonna embarrass you to high hell.

[insinning]

Mm...

[ Sleepy agreement]

Sounds scary. Okay. No more sickness...

[dissimulative]

Mm.

[ Oria quietly breathes out a sigh of relief. ]

Sleep well, Emil.

[insinning]

Okay... I'll see you later...

[ In-game, he means. He manages to hang up again before he drifts off to sleep]