We weren't really sick. It was a magic something-or-other, I dunno.
[Someone's probably already told Wally that. Jaime's looked better - a little pale, maybe, like anyone would be after sleeping for three days straight, hair mussed enough to start looking a little tragic in its sheer power to defy gravity - but he sure doesn't look sick.
God, this is a little awkward. Does Wally want to do this right now? Jaime sure doesn't.]
Well, come in.
[It's easier to just lead Wally to the couch where there's already a box of cereal sitting out (empty, the bag taken out of the package for easier sugar consumption) with the TV on pause, an image of some poor test dummy lit on fire frozen on the screen.]
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Date: 2015-06-07 06:52 am (UTC)[Someone's probably already told Wally that. Jaime's looked better - a little pale, maybe, like anyone would be after sleeping for three days straight, hair mussed enough to start looking a little tragic in its sheer power to defy gravity - but he sure doesn't look sick.
God, this is a little awkward. Does Wally want to do this right now? Jaime sure doesn't.]
Well, come in.
[It's easier to just lead Wally to the couch where there's already a box of cereal sitting out (empty, the bag taken out of the package for easier sugar consumption) with the TV on pause, an image of some poor test dummy lit on fire frozen on the screen.]