[mostly closed, some open, a Sick Boy]

[coolerjunpei]

Who: Junpei and friends
What: He's sick and it's stupid
When: Pretty much the day of the explosion, some others
Where: Explosion site and beyond
Warning(s): One prompt will have an attempted murder....

sick and mopey

[After his wild morning doing tons of things he shouldn't have, Junpei is... exhausted. Things not to do when you have fast-acting flu: everything he did today? He's pale and tired and looks like hell, generally speaking, but ultimately it's just a Bad Case of Flu. So he's moping now, but he's managed to find a mouth mask to at least keep his own gross germs to himself.

Really, he's just sitting on a bench as isolated as possible from the crowd, mercifully thinned after everything else this morning, and alternating between watching people pass by and checking his phone.

So the day is going great. Every so often he wordlessly points to give directions to the clinic or shake his head to refuse to move, you know, normal flu things. Just let him sit here in misery.

Or listen while he speaks, muffled:] Don't come any closer, but have you heard anything about what the hell is going on?

wildcard

[Do you... somehow...... want another wild sick boy prompt?? Do you want to visit him at home when he's finally bullied into going back??? Let me know, jojoveller etc.]

Comments

[ripvanwinkled]

[Snake sighs, just putting both arms around Junpei so he can calm down with this nonsense. Accept these hugs, he's fine?]

We could always ask your friends. But I will go out if it is necessary, Junpei.

[coolerjunpei]

No thanks. Anemone already gave me a hard time, and Yusei tried to feed me black pepper in a bowl.

[Don't smell any bowls he might have left out or you will Die. Anyway he just wants to sulk, like he's doing right now. Sulking hugs.]

[ripvanwinkled]

Could you not handle a simple black pepper?

[says the whitest boy on the planet]

[coolerjunpei]

I'm sick, I don't have to handle anything. Shut up.

[Don't be mean to him, what if he DIES???]

[ripvanwinkled]

You haven't been sick for that long... I'm still inclined to make fun of you.

[then perish.jpg... No, he loves him?]

I'm going to make you a single black pepper for dinner.

[coolerjunpei]

I'm gonna starve and you'll be to blame. Love you, too.

[Jerk? Go take a nap and he'll cough all over his own dinner?]

[ripvanwinkled]

I love you more.

[He reaches to pull on his cheek, but he'll settle comfortably so they'll nap eventually.]

Everything is going to be fine. Rest, and I'll make you a well balanced meal later. [spoiler alert: he won't]

[coolerjunpei]

[How much can he bury himself in these blankets and still be an overheated hug machine? Answer: a lot, but badly. He's trying.]

Still sick, be nice to me. [bad..... he knows he's not getting a well balanced meal, but that's fine.] Thanks.