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[Action for house 15 // Accidental Voice]
Nov. 1st, 2011 11:42 am[Normally, Silver is pretty scarce in House 15! Once in a blue moon he might head over to his room and read or spend time with Blue or something, but otherwise, he tends to stay away in favor of doing Silver Things.
Today, that is absolutely not the case. No, today is dedicated to Silver being guilt tripped into staying home. Why? Because, as if living things he did while masked down wasn't going to be enough, a cold decided to add insult to injury, effectively removing any opportunity he might have had to avoid everyone. Instead, he's stuck in the house, remaining pretty miserable and fussy and trying to find something to do, which is completely missing the point of staying home and doing nothing while he's sick. Chills? Fever? Coughing and sneezing? Nonsense, he's totally fine. His Pokémon have taken to following him around like ducklings following their mommy and being generally cuddly and affectionate.
At some point, he'll try to look through his journals! Something will even come to mind for him to write! But ultimately, his hand isn't all that steady, and before he can write anything, he- he- a- aa- aaa--]
ACHOO!
[His hand slips, letting that sneeze get recorded, along with a random light, shaky line from his pencil. After staring at his journal for a few seconds and suppressing another sneeze, he gives up, all but slamming his journal shut and shoving it away in frustration. Being sick sucks, doesn't it?]
Today, that is absolutely not the case. No, today is dedicated to Silver being guilt tripped into staying home. Why? Because, as if living things he did while masked down wasn't going to be enough, a cold decided to add insult to injury, effectively removing any opportunity he might have had to avoid everyone. Instead, he's stuck in the house, remaining pretty miserable and fussy and trying to find something to do, which is completely missing the point of staying home and doing nothing while he's sick. Chills? Fever? Coughing and sneezing? Nonsense, he's totally fine. His Pokémon have taken to following him around like ducklings following their mommy and being generally cuddly and affectionate.
At some point, he'll try to look through his journals! Something will even come to mind for him to write! But ultimately, his hand isn't all that steady, and before he can write anything, he- he- a- aa- aaa--]
ACHOO!
[His hand slips, letting that sneeze get recorded, along with a random light, shaky line from his pencil. After staring at his journal for a few seconds and suppressing another sneeze, he gives up, all but slamming his journal shut and shoving it away in frustration. Being sick sucks, doesn't it?]
