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Angela came back from her French class and struggled to breathe in through her clogged sinuses, than made a face. "Meg?" she called to her roommate. "What is that stench?"

"Angela! Hi!" Meghan said, and for once she sounded almost nice. From experience, Angela knew that meant nothing good had happened. "Remember how I was trying to convince you to use henna and you wouldn't?"

"Like two weeks ago," Angela conceded, dropping her backpack and sniffing again. Her sense of smell was almost shot, but the aroma in the room reminded her of a mixture of zombie sweat and rancid oatmeal.

"Um, right," Meghan said. "Anyhow, I mixed up a batch in case you changed your mind, and then I got involved in decorating my altar to recognize the moon goddess? So I forgot about it, and I just dumped it out in the bathtub." She paused. "I think it's alive and trying to eat the enamel."

Angela flopped onto her bed and groaned into the pillow. She was sick, had a low C in French because conjugating sucked, and was badly homesick for Fandom, of all places. Slowly, she opened one eye. "Do you suppose you could clean it up before it brings down the dorm?"

Meghan nodded. "Yeah, I was going to go to the store and get some stuff. And rubber gloves. Lots and lots of rubber gloves. Just ... don't use the bathroom until I get back, okay?"

"Not a problem,' Angela promised her roommate's retreating back. If Marty wasn't on his way, the day would feel like even more of a waste.

Date: 2008-02-08 03:39 pm (UTC)
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Marty wasn't on his way. He was already there and knocking on the door before sticking his head into the room.

"Hey!" He said cheerfully. "Are you feeling any- What in the world died in here?"

Date: 2008-02-08 03:48 pm (UTC)
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Marty gagged a little as he came into the room. "Hi. Wow that's just horrible. Are you feeling better?"

Date: 2008-02-08 04:07 pm (UTC)
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"Well that's good, I guess," Marty said coming forward and reaching out to check Angela's temperature with his hand. "Though I'm not sure you want to be around here when your nose clears up."

[ooc: It's "Smelly RP Day". Our next Fandom event!]

Date: 2008-02-08 04:20 pm (UTC)
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"You're welcome to come back to my place before the health department shuts down your dorm room," Marty offered. "You might feel more comfortable there."

Date: 2008-02-08 04:37 pm (UTC)
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"Well I can't say no to that," Marty said taking off his coat and sitting down on the bed. "I'm sorry you're sick. Maybe we'll hit the market on the way back and get something that sounds appetizing for you."

Date: 2008-02-08 04:53 pm (UTC)
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"Yes," he lied as he stroked her air. "It now smells like spring roses."

Date: 2008-02-08 05:01 pm (UTC)
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"Nah, it's okay," Marty said with a grin. "You'll just have to deal with me being a mouth breather for a while."

Date: 2008-02-08 05:24 pm (UTC)
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"You mean like... whistle?" Marty said leaning over to kiss Angela on the forehead.

Date: 2008-02-08 05:49 pm (UTC)
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"Are you saying my breath smells bad?" Marty teased as he played with her hair.

Date: 2008-02-08 07:01 pm (UTC)
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"No," Marty said leaning in for a quick kiss. "But since you usually get pretty snuggly when I do I assumed you did."

Date: 2008-02-08 07:45 pm (UTC)
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"Naturellement je vous aiderai ma patate douce de l'amour," Marty replied grandly as he's a big show off. "You probably should have stayed in bed instead of going to class, though. Especially if you're getting dizzy."

Date: 2008-02-08 07:55 pm (UTC)
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"Sweet potato of love," Marty said waggling his eyebrows. "Your vocabulary is getting better."

Date: 2008-02-08 08:04 pm (UTC)
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"Sure," Marty said tilting his head a bit. "We can go anytime you want really. Maybe summer break?"

Date: 2008-02-08 08:22 pm (UTC)
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"Oh thank, God," Marty said looking relieved. "You need to pack anything before we go? Or are you just going to steal my clothes?"

Date: 2008-02-08 08:28 pm (UTC)
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"You can use my clothes," Marty chirped. "I don't mind. They usually smell nice after you do. Then again you're sick and disgusting at the moment..."

Date: 2008-02-08 08:32 pm (UTC)
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"But in a cute way?" Marty said with a big toothy and innocent grin.

Maybe too innocent.

Date: 2008-02-08 08:40 pm (UTC)
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"You think I'd cuddle with someone who's just disgusting?" Marty teased. "C'mon. I'm just giving you a hard time."

Date: 2008-02-08 08:49 pm (UTC)
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"Not unless you're enjoying the odor coming from the bathroom," Marty said offering to take the bag and leaning over to kiss her in apology.

Date: 2008-02-08 09:24 pm (UTC)
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Marty shouldered the bag and grinned. "Then let's go before the smell kills your cold and any other antibodies in our system."

And so the young couple left for Marty's apartment where more debates about sickness, levels of disgusting and how to conjugate verbs when it came to sweet potatoes occurred.


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