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Post by Penny on Mar 25, 2013 21:49:10 GMT -5
It was a nice spring day, somewhat warm but with a strong breeze. It was also Monday.
...And in the Crosser household, everyone was working on getting up and getting ready.
Max was sitting at the dinner table... although he was upside down, a bagel in his mouth and his legs up the back of his chair, drawing pad pressed against the bottom of the table as he drew.
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Post by Alastor on Mar 25, 2013 21:59:08 GMT -5
The elder twin, May, however, wasn't in the kitchen. In fact, she was still upstairs, never having left to get breakfast.
A somewhat pale woman, standing at almost six feet tall, buzzed around the kitchen making herself breakfast while trying to do something with her lops of curls she called hair. "Where's your sister?" She asked her son, flipping eggs.
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Post by Penny on Mar 25, 2013 22:01:30 GMT -5
"Uh... I dunno." He replied. "I thought she got up with me. I just sorta assumed she was here. Is she not?"
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Post by Alastor on Mar 25, 2013 22:04:55 GMT -5
"Haven't seen her. Go check on her."
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Post by Penny on Mar 25, 2013 22:06:33 GMT -5
"Okayyy."
He curled himself up, setting the drawing pad on the table and using it for support while tossing his legs down off the chair and then getting up and going up to their room.
"Maaaaay! You okay?"
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Post by Alastor on Mar 25, 2013 22:07:38 GMT -5
He'd find the girl missing from the half-packed part of her room, her bed a mess of blankets.
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Post by Penny on Mar 25, 2013 22:08:46 GMT -5
"May?" His voice dropped then, and he walked over, searching through. "Are you sick?"
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Post by Alastor on Mar 25, 2013 22:10:32 GMT -5
He'd see her stumble out of the rest room, pale as a ghost and hunched over. "I... don't feel so hot..." The redhead groaned in a croak, her soft voice sounding horse..
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Post by Penny on Mar 25, 2013 22:11:47 GMT -5
He guided her over to the bed.
"I'll go get Mom."
And with that, he ran out downstairs.
"May's sick... pretty bad too I think."
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Post by Alastor on Mar 25, 2013 22:13:41 GMT -5
"...How bad?" April sighed, pulling her breakfast out of the frying pan.
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Post by Penny on Mar 25, 2013 22:15:44 GMT -5
"I think she threw up. I dunno. Her arm felt warm."
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Post by Alastor on Mar 25, 2013 22:16:56 GMT -5
"Get the thermometer for her, I'll call her in..." The black haired woman replied, setting her plate down and getting the phone from the living room.
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Post by Penny on Mar 25, 2013 22:18:30 GMT -5
He nodded, going and getting everything and going up to their bedroom.
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Post by Alastor on Mar 25, 2013 22:19:43 GMT -5
He'd find his sister sweating as she laid down in her bed, pillows already drenched. "Maaaax... You gave me thiiiiiiis..." She complained lowly.
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Post by Penny on Mar 25, 2013 22:22:24 GMT -5
"How?" He asked, oblivious as he set everything down.
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Post by Alastor on Mar 25, 2013 22:23:07 GMT -5
"Because you were sick last week and I had to take care of you?"
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Post by Penny on Mar 25, 2013 22:24:33 GMT -5
"Oh. I forgot! I'm sorry."
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Post by Alastor on Mar 25, 2013 22:25:35 GMT -5
She saw the thermometer then.
"...Do you really want to put that in the mouth of your sick sister?"
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Post by Penny on Mar 25, 2013 22:35:20 GMT -5
"...I don't think I understand?" He tilted his head then, accenting his confusion.
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Post by Alastor on Mar 25, 2013 22:36:29 GMT -5
"...I don't think I understand?" He tilted his head then, accenting his confusion. "...do you WANT to get sick?" May coughed, covering her mouth.
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