[ How Six managed to catch the disease is still beyond him.
Luckily (as lucky as one can be to be part of the sickly crowd), he remains devoid of any floral additions, and the only symptom he's caught so far is the persistent cough. A pretty pile of purple petals lie forgotten in a basket, and he hasn't felt the itch of another coughing fit in a while. He can only hope he hasn't jinxed himself by thinking that.
When someone approaches him, he studies the drink in the other person's hand quietly. ]
... Sure. [ His voice sounds rough, but that's to be expected. ] I'll take one.
[ He reaches over to take the glass from the man's grip. ]
all hands on deck.
Luckily (as lucky as one can be to be part of the sickly crowd), he remains devoid of any floral additions, and the only symptom he's caught so far is the persistent cough. A pretty pile of purple petals lie forgotten in a basket, and he hasn't felt the itch of another coughing fit in a while. He can only hope he hasn't jinxed himself by thinking that.
When someone approaches him, he studies the drink in the other person's hand quietly. ]
... Sure. [ His voice sounds rough, but that's to be expected. ] I'll take one.
[ He reaches over to take the glass from the man's grip. ]