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[sortileges]

"--a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Is that it? How do I tur--"

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[hoasen]

[Later when she recovers from this? Oh yeah, she'll know alright. She'll know.]

I'm glad that you are okay.

[...not completely wrong.]

[sortileges]

[ Sweats. ]

That's it? You aren't normally... like this.

[hoasen]

[God he's so right and she doesn't even realise it.]

What do you mean...?

[SEE, confusion.]

[sortileges]

You're-- [ He tries to step aside. ] Very... touchy today?

[hoasen]

Am I?

[. . . she thinks about this because this doesn't seem weird to her.]

[sortileges]

Am I?! Have you seen yourself?!

[ Not that it's terrible, but this is the girl who seems pretty distanced when it comes to physical contact. ]

[hoasen]

[SEE, HE'S RIGHT, SHE'S NOT.]

I...have not? Is there something on me?

[sortileges]

That isn't it! [ How is he supposed to explain this?! But at least he's mostly free now.

Then he's looking around, wondering if some weirdass potion was left out.

??? ]

[hoasen]

It's not? [She looks around too now, after noticing that he's trying to find something.

Then gives him a confused look.]

[sortileges]

[ He pauses then, then reaches up to press the back of his hand against her head. He stays like that, gauging her temperature. ]

You're not feverish...

[hoasen]

[Good job with touching her forehead because that's also affectionate. What a nice friend.

At the same time...]

...Do I look sick?

[sortileges]

[ Somehow, for this weirdo... ]

You're acting it. I mean... [ Now he grips both of her arms, leans to look at her face. ] Your pupils are fine, there isn't any sweating... right?

[ ARE YOU SICK... ]

[hoasen]

[Shhhhh she doesn't know?!

She blinks as he grabs her, and then shakes her head.]

No sweating, I do not feel warm either?

[WHAT/S WRONG?!?!?]

[sortileges]

[ Now he just looks perplexed. He takes a step back, then another. More to gauge her reaction to it. ]