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gremlinhaus[ Jean hadn't been feeling very well for the longest time.
It had started with a little tickle that settled in her lungs; just the slightest tickle that caused her to cough and then scatter her mountains of Mondstadt paperwork everywhere. She was then forced to go around her office and gather it up. Then it progressed rather easily into little bits of white blossoms emerging from her mouth as she hiccupped uncontrollably.
Her best friend, Lisa would fuss over her which progressively made it feel better and also worse, if that was even possible to begin with. Tea was shoved at her which she dutifully drank, though she stoically said that it was probably just some sort of cold that was excessively hard to shove away-- but it was hard not to want to sink into Lisa's ministrations and just let her take care of it all.
A trip to Diluc had him calling her an idiot, which she had no real clue what he meant. Instead he'd shoved some fire whiskey at her and told her it may help ease it a little bit. She ignored of course the fact that she could catch some petals coming from his own lips.
Was what she had catching? ]
It had started with a little tickle that settled in her lungs; just the slightest tickle that caused her to cough and then scatter her mountains of Mondstadt paperwork everywhere. She was then forced to go around her office and gather it up. Then it progressed rather easily into little bits of white blossoms emerging from her mouth as she hiccupped uncontrollably.
Her best friend, Lisa would fuss over her which progressively made it feel better and also worse, if that was even possible to begin with. Tea was shoved at her which she dutifully drank, though she stoically said that it was probably just some sort of cold that was excessively hard to shove away-- but it was hard not to want to sink into Lisa's ministrations and just let her take care of it all.
A trip to Diluc had him calling her an idiot, which she had no real clue what he meant. Instead he'd shoved some fire whiskey at her and told her it may help ease it a little bit. She ignored of course the fact that she could catch some petals coming from his own lips.
Was what she had catching? ]
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Date: 2024-09-09 02:47 am (UTC)Jean went willing, a fucking simp for this girl and quite content with her fate.
Perhaps she would call in tomorrow. She had not taken a unscheduled day off in at least a few years, perhaps she would treat herself? All she could think about was lounging about with Lisa-- and the fact that the both of their absences would be mutually noted was the furthest thought from her head.
Tea and fire whiskey, this was what Lisa tasted like, it was positively addictive. ]