Flu Event: Snot Fest

[JD Paerson]

JD was over the worst part of his flu. Namely the barfing and being unable to leave the restroom for hours at a time. Now he was to the point where he had to stay within range of a restroom and couldn't move around a lot. He also had an incredibly runny nose and a slight headache, as well as a bit of a cough. Enough to justify not going to class for a few days, not enough to warrant absolute bed rest. So he'd bought himself a 2-liter bottle of 7-up and was busy chugging it while working on getting to the next level on his Super Mario game.

He had the dorm suite to himself for the time being, so there were no complaints that he was hogging the television. Before anyone else came back, though, he'd have to clean up all the tissues littering the floor and wipe down a lot of the appliances. He'd vowed to try to clean up the area, since it may have been the general filth that got him sick in the first place.

JD was thoroughly involved in his game, so he didn't hear the first knock on the door. When the knocking came again, though, he managed to hit pause on his game and stood to answer the door.

He sighed and pulled open the door. "Whad is id?" he said stuffily. "I'b kinda--oh. Iz you. Whadda you wand? I'b sick, you dow, so you prob'ly don' wanna come in ride now."

He shuffled over to his spot in front of the television and blew his nose again. He scooped the other tissues up and carried them into the kitchen so he could throw them away.

"Seriously," he said, coming out. Now that his nose was clear he almost sounded like a human being again. "You don't want to be around me right now. I'm grumpy and irritable, and all I want to do is play video games all day, all right?"

[Robbie Wilkes]

Having heard that several people he knew had gotten sick, Robbie had gone around to the ones he knew and brought them a can of soup. No, not a container of piping hot cooked soup but tins of Campbell chicken soup he had bought from the supermarket in individual paper bags so they can cook it any way they liked. No, he didn't think they might not be up for cooking it. It was the thought that counted right?

So anyway, his second last round was to JD's dorm and after a quick ask around the campus, he finally found the dorm and thought the place looked familiar. Had he been here before? Shaking his head in confusion, he knocked on the door, rocking on the balls of his feet as he waited for someone to answer.

Thankfully, it was JD but he looked... "Horrible. You look horrible." Robbie said tactlessly, pushing through the door despite JD's best efforts to sway his decision. "Don't be ridiculous, JD. When are you agreeable and happy?" The weather manipulator raised an eyebrow before giggling and dumping the last two bags of soup on the couch next to him.

"Ooh, what video games? I wanna play!"

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac was bored.

Slowly recovering but still quite sick beyond compare, the mimic was advised to stay in his room for the next week or so in order to speed his healing up. He was also advised to stay away from any strenuous physical activity for the time being – from working out to swimming – as his body is still quite fragile at the moment and he might fall into an unwanted relapse. He asked the doctor if he could possibly use his powers to speed up the healing process (he does use his healing factor quite often to help him with his wounds and scars) or at least hire a biomanipulator to cure him (his father has quite the number under his payroll anyway) but the doctor advised against it; he fears that such tampering with the natural state of things may solve the teen’s problems in the long run, but ultimately cause him bigger problems in return (virus evolution and tolerance, among other things).

So as it was, the teen was bedbound and homebound – though he prefers the word ‘under house arrest’. While he normally has nothing against it, without JJ and Ridge to bug, he found himself rather bored. He doesn’t have the drive to play with the consoles he has at the moment (he’s finished all the games he’s been doing over the past few days and playing online isn’t as enjoyable as people hype it up to be) nor does he think studying would be a good way to pass his time. And to top all that off, there wasn’t a decent TV show on. Darn it, the boy groaned, feeling his headache worsen with all the stress he’s experiencing.

In an act of desperation, Zac grabbed a decent pair of shirt and pajamas then headed out into the halls with a specific room in mind. He heard that the boy suffered the flu too, so might as well keep him company in the mean time. If he was in the room, that is.

“What’cha have back there Porny?” asked Zac as he trailed behind the blond, eyeing the bag as he welcomed himself into JD’s room. He was about to laugh when he heard what Robbie told of JD, but a sneeze followed soon after, leaving quite the clump of snot in his arm. “Eww. You hab nabkeens Dee?” he asked, telling Robbie to make room on the couch by bumping him with his butt.

“You’re still at that level? Sheesh. I can beat that one with my eyes closed.”

[JD Paerson]

JD glared at Robbie when he cheerily mentioned the speedster's apparent state of eternal grumpiness. Which didn't help his cause, but made him feel better. And then Zac was there, just behind the blond guy. JD felt like pounding his head into a wall.

"Why are you guys here? And when did--oh, gross!" he exclaimed as Zac sneezed into his arm. He kicked the box of kleenex over to him. "Even better than napkins, I've got actual tissues. Feel free. And the sink's in there." He gestured over his shoulder toward the bathroom.

He walked over to the bag Robbie had brought and went to take a look inside. "This had better not be a puppy," he said with a frown. It was meant to be a joke, though as soon as he said it he realized that his audience might not see it as such.

One of these days he had to buy himself a better sense of humor.

"It's SuperMario, Robbie," JD said in reference to the video game. He frowned at Zac. "And I'm allowed to enjoy the classics, Zac. Who asked you, anyway?"

He suddenly had been graced with the presence of two people who were apparently there to say. But, seeing as he was in no mood to be hospitable, JD merely plopped himself down on the couch and picked up the controller again. Finally, he sighed.

"If you want, there are extra controllers in the box there." He kicked at the box down by the television. "I'm sure Zac knows how to plug it all in. And then we can play together." He frowned. "If you want to pick a different game, I guess we can. They're all in the box there, in a special case."

He had gathered that Zac was sick, but that didn't explain what Robbie was doing there. "What are you up to today?" he asked the blond. "Are classes done already? Or did you just get out early?" Part of him was wondering if his roommates would be back sometime soon. Then he might have to give up the television and move into his own room. And then he would be forced to play checkers with himself or something just to stay entertained.

"What have you guys been doing recently? And why aren't you healed already, Zac? Your parents not want to pay for all the doctors to give you super healing?"

[Robbie Wilkes]

Robbie jumped at the sudden appearance of his blonde friend from behind. "Zac! Where the heck did you come from?" He demanded, having not seen anyone around while he was on the way to JD's dorm. But he let it go in favour of giving a horrified look when Zac sneezed all over his arm.

He scooted off with his bags of canned soup and cheered when JD announced that they could all play. "YAY!" he hollered before jumping to the box JD had indicated and took one controller out and jumped back on to the couch, his legs tucked under him.

JD's question prompted Robbie to look over at the taller boy with a little smile on his face. "No classes today. Skipped training coz I heard people were sick and I brought them soup. I have one for you too! Was gonna go to Zac's room but hey, he's here now!" Outstanding deduction, Robbie!

Robbie started the game as JD talked to Zac. "Are you dudes just getting sick or something?" He asked, relieved he was better already.

[Zachary LaRousse]

“I hitched a ride on a stork. He was on his way to Estelle though. You know anything about it?” Zac knew it was a rhetorical question, but the blond boy’s just too adorable for him to not tease. He was about to say more, but then his nose acted up. Good thing it gave him enough time to give the weather manipulator a noogie.

Zac took the box with a smile and isolated himself in the bathroom for a bit, blowing his nose four to five more times before returning to the couch to join the two troublemakers. “Mmm. Feels good to be able to breathe through my nose again,” he said, leaning back as he took a deep breath. “N’aww. I’ll pass. I’ll let you guys fail miserably first.” As it seems, the flu does nothing to deflate the boy’s ego. What a shame.

“You brought soup for both of us? Gee thanks Robbie,” said the boy with glee, holding the blonde’s head in place with both his hands and planting a light peck on his forehead, very much like the ones he see grandmothers give their grandkids. He was quite moved really; he didn’t think Robbie would care enough to give him soup. Guess he really isn’t giving the boy enough credit. “You should really learn from Porny Dee,” he added, teasing the speedster.

Leaving the two to their game, Zac excused himself to the suite’s kitchenette and tried his best to prepare the soup Robbie brought. Used to having people serve him, the smug teen’s at a loss, his mind running off to different directions. Should he still preheat it or serve it as it? Does he need to add seasonings and other additional stuff in it? And how the hell does one use a can opener? (Yes, he’s a whole lot more clueless than you think). “Err guys, how do you do this again?”

“Doctor discouraged Dad from biomanipulators,” grumbled the mimic, “Says it’s better to let these things pass away naturally lest I risk weakening my immune system.” Without even asking for JD’s permission, Zac promptly opened the fridge and started rummaging through it, grabbing himself a glass of chocolate milk. “They say I’ll be good in a day or two though,” added the boy as he rubbed his still irritated nose, “How about you Clark, getting better soon?”

[JD Paerson]

"You skipped your classes?" JD said, eyes wide. "Can you even afford to do that? I thought you might need all the help in your classes that you could get." He tried to put just enough sarcasm into the statement so that the guy would get it without having to go overboard. Glancing at the can of soup, he did manage to grunt, "Thanks."

Zac took the soup into the kitchen, which JD wasn't sure was the best idea in the world. "Try not to burn anything down when you're heating that up," he said. "And why should I learn from Robbie when I'm the smart one in the room?" He was grumpy, and saying things like this made him feel better. He was also fairly sure these two could take it without getting offended.

"You put the soup in a pan, then put it on the stove. Then turn the stove on. Then stir. With a spoon, because it will get hot and you don't want to put your hands in it. And because your hands are disgusting." JD thought his instructions made sense.

Leaning forward, he plugged Robbie's controller into the game system. "There, that should work now. Do you know what all the buttons do, or do I need to go over it with you?" He maneuvered back to the main menu so he could select a two-player game for them.

"I'm almost over my sickness. And sorry to hear about your dad, Zac, though I think it's good for you. Builds character, right?" He had to laugh a little at that. "No, seriously, it's probably a good thing for you to be getting over this the normal way. And it's not like it'll take you that long." He frowned and looked at the television screen again, trying to pick out something to play with Robbie. "I'm almost there. Doctor said I should be good to go by the end of the week. I'm just taking these last few days to relax before I start in again on my full diet. I've gone too long without real food--just stupid soup. I wish my stomach would hold down something more." He frowned again, remembering the days of chicken noodle.

[Robbie Wilkes]

He wasn't given any time to react to the stork allusion before he was given a noogie by the animal mimic, messing up his hair even further. "Oi!" Robbie slapped Zac's hand away half-heartedly. "Shoo you, Beastboy."

Robbie perked up at the idea of playing with just JD. Zac would have probably hogged all the attention if he played with them anyway. The forehead kiss surprised him but he didn't deny the warm feeling he got. Much like what he got from being kissed on the forehead by a tubby old lady. Haha, Zac's an old lady! Robbie mused with a grin as an image of Zac in a floral print dress, knee high socks and his hair in a bun appeared in his head. Too funny.

JD's surprise made Robbie chuckle. "Pfftt, please. Estelle's a friend of mine. She's like a female Einstein. If Einstein was even remotely attractive." Robbie shrugged, thinking he really was in the clear when it came to his academics. He was going to graduat

When Zac disappeared into the kitchen, Robbie thought nothing of it until JD started instructing the billionaire heir on how to make soup. Because he himself had no insight on how to make the soup, Robbie offered nothing advisable and waited until his controller was plugged in. The condescending way JD spoke to him made him snort. "Hells yea I know what buttons I should push." He said, pumped up and raring to go.

The two were talking about their sickness, which Robbie didn't say anything about since he was fit as a fiddle right then. He didn't want to make them jealous or something.

[Zachary LaRousse]

“Because Robbie can teach you how to be nice to people who care enough to put up with you, that’s what,” sniffed the mimic, rubbing his still red nose with one hand as he tried to figure how to work the can opener out in the other. He tried to sound serious about his statement, and though it might be sprinkled with some truths in one way or another, he couldn’t keep his face completely straight, bursting into chuckles soon after. He’s been exposed to the Grinch for far too long that he couldn’t get (too) angry at the boy’s gruffness even if he (JD) tried.

He shot a glare towards JD when he heard the incredibly sardonic instructions. “Please own Clark Kent for me, will you Porny? Beat him so much that he’d be so ashamed to show his face, much less mock us.” A few more minutes past and the Prince is still at square one, completely baffled by the oh-so-complicated can opener. In an act of desperation, Zac tapped into a tiger and simply used his then sharpened claws nails to cut the top lid away. “Problem solved,” he said with a smug, utterly proud of himself.

Within moments, Zac was heating the soup up in the pan. He isn’t really a fan of canned products, but he can’t deny that it smells good. Maybe he should get Robbie to do his groceries sometime. “Do you have anything I could add in here JD? Like, mushrooms? Or milk was it?” asked the teen as he opened the common fridge and started looking rummaging through the stuff inside, “I can’t remember exactly what my butler adds to my soup before, but I know it has some pepper in it. You want anything in it Robbie?”

“I know they only mean well, but meh. Blonde boy’s lucky he didn’t catch it really. Being sick sucks.” Not being able to eat (and taste) anything was just half of the misery really. “I caught it soon after you dumped me with that pool water before,” he added, looking at JD accusingly. Yes JD, he’s blaming you.

[JD Paerson]

"Estelle," JD said quietly to himself, trying to place it. He didn't exactly recognize the name, but when he tried to think back he could vaguely remember seeing Robbie in the company of a hispanic girl. From what JD could remember, the girl was pretty good in all of her classes. He assumed this was who Robbie was talking about. "You do know you can't just depend on someone else to help you through school your whole life." He was quiet for a moment more. "So are you dating her or something? Is that why she's obligated to help you? I thought you were with one of the other girls."

He frowned at Zac's complaint. "Nice? I am nice. I let you take over my room. I let you climb all over me. I even let you kiss me once without punching you through the roof, like I probably should have done and will do if you ever think about pulling that stunt again. I don't have to be all sappy to be nice. Robbie, aren't I nice?" He glared at the blonde, inwardly daring him to disagree.

"You chose the wrong person to be your attack dog, Zac. You want someone to fight your battles for you, I suggest you find someone a little less goofy. Maybe a Disney princess or something. Besides, how's Robbie supposed to beat up Clark Kent? The whole invincibility thing and all that." Because thinking like Clark Kent made you become him. Or pretending to be Clark Kent in front of Robbie gave you complete invulnerability to the blonde. Whatever works. He completely missed the episode with Zac struggling to open the can, though he would have been highly amused to see the small battle.

He selected a level for the video game and nodded when Robbie said he already knew how to play. "Cool then. Let's go ahead and start. Dibs on playing Mario." He selected his character and hit the start button, already starting to get lost in the game.

"Why would you add anything to the soup? Don't you just cook it?" JD called back to Zac. "Just check the can. It might want you to add some water or something. It's not like I have a lot of stuff to add anyway. And this isn't your butler's soup. This is canned soup, and it doesn't need to be fancy. We're sick anyway, remember?" He didn't turn away from the actual game, instead pounding away at the keys and going through the familiar ritual of hopping around and running away from little mushrooms.

"You're right, it does suck being sick. But don't go trying to blame it all on me. You probably caught it from that stupid swim team thing. My roommate is on the swim team, RC, and he got sick too. It's probably because you guys were all swimming in that disgusting pool water together. I always knew that swimming was a bad idea. And I probably caught it from you jumping all over me all the time. It's a good thing you don't have STDs, otherwise half the school would probably be dead by now from you slobbering over everything." He frowned, but stayed focused on the video game. He wasn't about to let a little thing like Zac's whining ruin his concentration.

He was surprised at how well Robbie seemed to be doing with the game. "Have you played this before?" he asked. "Or are you just good at picking up on video games?"

[Robbie Wilkes]

Robbie laughed at JD's assumption that he was dating his best friend. "Heck no! Did you not hear me say Estelle is a genius? She's not dumb enough to date me." He laughed, realising he was putting himself down and being okay with it. He knew he wasn't a catch, like maybe JD should be or Zac already is. He was way cool with that. At least he still had some admirers! "And Estelle helps me out because she's my best friend, duh."

JD's argument at Zac's complaint made Robbie laugh until suddenly JD was looking at him with a glare. His jaw dropped when he couldn't think of an answer. "Uh...I was...I mean...I think...?" He stammered before turning away to look at the screen. Best to concentrate on the game. Yup.

When he was once again pulled into their argument, Robbie tilted his head to regard them both and shrugged. "Superman's totally right. And besides, he's got like five inches of height over me. I can't do nothing with that." He replied before kicking off his shoes and bringing his legs up on the couch.

When Zac asked if he wanted anything in the soup, Robbie shrugged and called out a negative. "I don't like soup." He simply shrugged as he pushed some buttons to get his game character to move. "And I'm not the sick one and soup's for people who are sick sooo..."

At the mention of RC, Robbie perked up. "Dude! That's the wimpy dude who has Alex McKenzie as his bodyguard right? Dude, he totally screwed me over. I got detention because of him!" Robbie didn't even counter in the fact that the only reason he got into the fight with Alex was because he had played a really stupid prank on RC by loosening up some screws to his door so the boy couldn't get into his room. It had been after Estelle and RC had gone to the Valentine's Day dance together. So Robbie held a grudge...

"Oh, I already got sick earlier this year. Was horrible. My powers were everywhere. Every time I sneezed, rain came pouring down. It was weird."

At JD's surprise, Robbie straightened himself up and gave the boy a sideways grin. "Video games are easy. And I like Super Mario. He's red and jumps over frowning mushrooms. What's not to like?"

Sniffing the air, Robbie turned his head slightly and asked Zac. "Is something burning?"

[Zachary LaRousse]

“With one of the other girls? Which one?” Zac asked, looking utterly confused. Robbie’s hooking up with someone and JD knows about it but he doesn’t? When was he (and not JD) ever out of the loop? This can’t be. “Charlotte?” - overbearing diva - “Vicky?” – Miss Barnes’s beloved granddaughter – “or Mia?” – technopathic freak. Yes, because apparently Zac has something bad to say about almost everyone. “A genius? Why is she still hanging around a known porndog then?” That certainly says something about him and JD too, but he’d decided not to dwell on that.

He would’ve wanted to give JD an extremely sarcastic laugh in response to his claims, but the flu took over and made him sneeze rather loudly, causing him to lose momentum. Darn it. “Maybe I should try kissing you again, just to see if you’d hold true to your word,” he rubbed his nose, trying to look smug despite the redness of his eyes and nose.

Unfortunately for Robbie, Zac doesn’t really see himself pulling the poor boy into his arguments with JD. He actually believes the blonde’s just as invested in the argument as he is – he’s not complaining much after all. And besides, even if he does learn about it, it doesn’t mean he’d stop dragging the weather manipulator along. Considering how competitive he gets with JD, he figures they need a third body to settle things between them and prevent the numerous stalemates of the past.

“Hey! Don’t melt the boy’s brains with your infrared vision!” called the boy out, playfully pointing at the two dorks teens at the couch with the spatula he’s been using to mix the soup. “I am so not taking care of a zombie!Robbie who’s saying nothing but ‘braaains~’ all day.” Zac, I think you have the wrong character in mind.

The two boys’ reaction made Zac shake his head in slight disappointment. “Tsk tsk tsk. Just because we’re sick doesn’t mean the soup has to be boring you know.” Or at least that’s how they say it in those cooking shows he turns to whenever he has nothing else to watch. That, and heaven knows Zac won’t eat anything straight out of a can. Not if he can do anything about it. “Pfft. After I’m done with this soup Robbie, you’d be wishing you bought us more cans,” assured the teen as he continued to rummage through the refrigerator, smiling widely as he saw a bag of frozen peas buried beneath piles and piles of leftovers.

“As if McKenzie’s much of a pushover anyway,” snorted Zac as he added milk and peas to the soup, “Please don’t tell me the Dwarf owned you Robbie. That’ll be really embarrassing.” Finding an opened pasta bag, Zac grabbed another pan and began boiling water. Hopefully they’d be decent noodles or something. “RC got sick too? Oh lol. Did he turn into a puddle and mixed himself with his own snot?” Not something to laugh about, but this is Zac we’re talking about. “Meh. You’re just jealous ‘cause if the whole school catches an STD because of me, you’d be the only one safe. Because heaven knows I won’t sleep with you.”

Since this was practically the first time Zac was fully in charge of the kitchen (other times he’d been supervised, something he didn’t really enjoy), the mimic did all sorts of unnecessary things. Pasta and soup aside, Zac thought it would be a good idea to cook some eggs too. He put three in with the boiling pasta water for hardboiled ones and scrambled two more to be fried. Then he remembered a technique he saw in TV once. Instead of using a pan, he just added some salt on the beaten eggs and nuked it. Healthy, he thinks. He set it for five minutes then left it be to once again scour for new stuff to make.

And no, he didn’t really care to check if the egg is done already, despite all the popping noises he’s been hearing for the last minute or so.

“Burning? What’s burni-Ohfudge!” The boy ran towards the microwave in an effort to salvage what’s left of the eggs. Unfortunately for him, there wasn’t really much left. In his haste, he accidentally bumped on the pot of boiling water, narrowly sidestepping the scalding liquid. Good thing he already removed the eggs and pasta just a few minutes earlier. “Oops?” he said, biting his lips and rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

“Please don’t kill me?”

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[JD Paerson]

"Not any specific girl, Zac. Just...girls. And I can't give you names. I can't remember names." He still thought of Ann as "That Girl," for example. "This Estelle must be pretty nice to be willing to help you out. But then if she's your best friend..." He trailed off. The nearest thing JD had to a best friend--and had ever had--was Zac. He had a feeling most friendships didn't work the same way but had no experience to back it up, so he just stayed silent on the matter.

"Don't try me," JD said with a growl when Zac offered to kiss him again. "I will punch you, then I will drag you to the roof and put you on the edge and then punch you again. We can see if you think of an animal that bounces before you hit the ground." He seemed to be doing a little better than Zac at this point, since the mimic was still sneezing and coughing at inopportune times. Which probably meant he shouldn't be the one making the food. JD only had a headache and a slight cough which he kept at bay by taking large amounts of cough drops.

It was his turn to look smug when Robbie agreed with him. "Exactly. Superman wins." He glanced over as Robbie put his feet up on the couch, but at least he'd taken off his shoes. And it's not like the place was all that clean to begin with, so he didn't say anything. "I'm not frying anyone's brains, moron. I have a feeling that neither of you have enough brains to scramble anyway." He scowled again, still a bit sore and taking it out on his friends. Because he's nice. "Also, I think you're getting your zombies wrong. Don't they just roar and attack people?"

He did chuckle and nudge Robbie when Zac professed his cooking prowess. "Yeah. You'll be wishing for more cans because this one will be mangled beyond recognition. There won't be anything good to eat."

He frowned, thinking of RC. "I don't think he has a bodyguard..." but the conversation had already moved on. He wasn't even really sure who the two were talking about, so he stayed out of the argument. "RC did not turn into a puddle, thanks. But it wasn't pleasant anyway." He did have to grin, though, at Zac's next statement. "Success. I don't have to worry about some stupid billionaire hopping into my bed in the middle of the night and trying to start something." Except...ah well, best not to go there.

JD shrugged at Robbie's comment. "I guess. What sort of other games do you like then?" he asked Robbie, still focused on the game. He would never think of those mushrooms the same way, though. He could already imagine nightmares where he was a little grumpy mushroom and Robbie!Mario and Zac!Peach were running around. He gave an involuntary shudder.

Like Robbie, he sniffed the air. "Burning...?" Then there was shouting in the kitchen, and JD hurriedly threw the control onto the couch and lept up. He could feel his head swimming and had to grab the back of the couch for a moment to keep from getting nauseous, then he was running toward the kitchen again.

"What the hell, Zac?!" he shouted, looking around at the kitchen. "It's just canned soup!" He heard a giant bang from the microwave and glanced over to see the screen flashing "END" and a giant mess just visible through the mesh screen. He slowly turned his head back toward Zac, who was now looking at him in embarrassment. "What. The. Hell. You destroyed my kitchen."

Rubbing his hand over his face, he frowned and looked at the mess all around him. "Please tell me something is salvageable. And then we can start cleaning."

[Robbie Wilkes]

"Estelle is awesome. You should meet her one day!" Robbie enthused at Estelle meeting Superman in the flesh. She would love him.

Robbie couldn't help but laugh at the two's arguments and defended himself when Zac thought he had let Alex win the fight. Sure, the dude did get a punch in but Robbie could have done worst if the teacher didn't step in. Oh that prank could have been executed perfectly were it not for Alex's meddling.

JD's question brought a shrug from Robbie. "I like racing games. Those are easy to play. Oh and I like air hockey. We're including arcade games right? Cause air hockey is awesome. I should bring Estelle to an arcade once. She's dragged me to more comic book stores than I need to be, she should return the favour."

Robbie jumped when JD jumped and saw the mess Zac had made and clapped a hand over his mouth, ducking behind the couch to hide the impending giggles. "Oh Zac...you are so in trouble!"

[OOC: SO SORRY FOR THE LATENESS, MY INTERNET IS HELL ON EARTH. Aaaaand we should consider this wrapped, don'tcha think?]

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