I can also just email you stuff if that would be easier.
It took a long time for her door to swing open. When it finally did, the first thing John saw was the huge scratchy blanket wrapped around her shoulders, trailing down to the floor, making her look a bit like some kind of tiny despot. Her hair was wavy and tangly, actually kinda attractive in its own way. The tip of her nose was pink.
"I said I was fine," she said, her voice nasal and stuffy. Then she coughed into a blanket-covered fist, the most pitiful, sad little cough he'd ever heard.
"Aw," he couldn't help but let out, like he was looking at a mud-covered puppy crying in the rain. "You have a cold."
"I am not cold," she announced imperiously, with the grouchy tone of someone who is rarely sick and therefore blames the entire universe for her misfortune. "I am freezing."
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Date: 2012-08-26 08:38 pm (UTC)It took a long time for her door to swing open. When it finally did, the first thing John saw was the huge scratchy blanket wrapped around her shoulders, trailing down to the floor, making her look a bit like some kind of tiny despot. Her hair was wavy and tangly, actually kinda attractive in its own way. The tip of her nose was pink.
"I said I was fine," she said, her voice nasal and stuffy. Then she coughed into a blanket-covered fist, the most pitiful, sad little cough he'd ever heard.
"Aw," he couldn't help but let out, like he was looking at a mud-covered puppy crying in the rain. "You have a cold."
"I am not cold," she announced imperiously, with the grouchy tone of someone who is rarely sick and therefore blames the entire universe for her misfortune. "I am freezing."