this is the anti-spam log: take 2 [semi-closed]

[substitutable]

Date & Time: throughout June; label your own dates!
Location: places!
Characters: the Mekakushi-dan + friends (one-on-one threads, open through plotting!)
Summary:

a collection of threads throughout June following the Dan's activity with one another as well friends connected to the Dan, put into one post to avoid spamming the comms. Sometimes a dan roll call.

Warnings: Uuuuuh idk lots of gross sick people. Dying! Sad teenagers and friends!

The virus is spreading, and even the Dan is catching it. And so are their friends. This is whatever they decide to do during June while sick. Prose and action spam friendly!

Comments

[inhumanity]

[Christopher comes back with a glass of juice (a red one, he didn't check which) and sets it down beside Asch.]

You should relax, Asch. It will help you breathe.

[bloodyashes]

[...Well, he can't talk yet, but he's thinking something very rude in your general direction, Christopher. When the coughing subsides, Asch kind of sprawls out on his bed, catching his breath and not bothering to sit up properly.]

I would be able to relax if I didn't have people breaking in to my house!

[Paranoia is not good for the relaxation.]

[inhumanity]

[More shooshing, calming noises from the house invader.] There, there. It's all right. [He winks.] I'll protect you.

[bloodyashes]

[Your protection is exactly the opposite of a thing he wants, Chris.]

Don't shush me!

[HE'S NOT A LITTLE KID. YOU ONLY HAVE TEN EARTH YEARS ON HIM.]

[inhumanity]

You're going to make your lungs more tired that way.

[bloodyashes]

[You are a huge pain in the ass, Christopher.]

Don't mother me.

[inhumanity]

I wouldn't know how, never having had an example for it. Here, let me fluff your pillow.

[He does this by very precisely kicking it. Don't worry, Asch! You don't get jostled! You just get a now perfectly fluffed pillow.]

[bloodyashes]

[Oh, another orphan - that's where that train of thought is going when his pillow is suddenly kicked.

Asch growls and grabs it and very pointedly squishes it back down, burying his face in it. So, so done.]