xp_logs | Julio and Angel - Wednesday Evening (Reply)

Backdated to Wednesday

So where's Julio been in all the drama of the past week? Sicker than a dog. Angel's come to nurse him, and he almost kills her with laughing.

There was an ungodly amount of balled up tissue, Angel realized, going over to fetch an extra trash bin. Julio's was currently resembling a mountain top of white--though she was really, really tempted to set it all on fire because ew. She came back and grinned at at Julio.

"You still look awful."

"Unh." Julio said, head down on his desk. He had been felled by a bug he had picked up while in Kansas. While no longer high on cold medicine like he was last night, (after being firmly admonished to read the directions for proper dosage) he was discovering the joys of a drug hangover on top of his cold. He lifted his head and looked blearily up at Angel. "You might not want to be here. I do not want to give you the plague."

She beamed at him and dropped the empty trash bin at his feet. "Nah, I'm a pretty hardy thing. My family believed if one of the cousins got sick, we all were getting sick just to get it over and done with. I don't get sick pretty often, cool, huh?" Reaching over, she felt his forehead and then grimaced. "Only downside to this whole mutant thing? No feeling temperatures, including fevers. Ah well."

Julio put a hand to his face. His cheeks felt clammy. "No temperature right now, that was yesterday." He coughed, covering his mouth. "Ugh, lo siento." He also knew he looked like something that had just crawled out of the gutter. He hadn't bothered to shower since the day before yesterday, nor had he bothered to shave all week. Running a hand through his hair, he grimaced when the lock of hair stayed put instead of falling flat.

Angel simply couldn't help it. Grinning madly, she reached over and shoved her hands in his hair. A few seconds and she darted away from his batting hands, eyeing the hair that was standing in all sorts of crazy directions. Giggling madly, she went for her camera that she'd put on his bed. "Oh, this is priceless."

"Ay, Angel, please. Don't take advantage of your sick boyfriend." Julio shook his head, and then held it between his hands to stop the uncomfortable sensation of fluid rolling around in his brain.

"Not even a little bit of taking advantage?" But Angel was a nice person, really, deep down so she put the camera back in it's place. "Aww, poor thing. Want me to get you anything?"

"Shoot me in the head?" He said hopefully. Julio reached out and pulled Angel over to him, and then wrapped his arms around her and put his head on her stomach with a sigh.

"Fresh out of bullets," Angel replied cheerfully, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "And no getting snot on the shirt. I like this shirt, you know? I like you but sharing snot is where the line is drawn."

Somewhere in Julio's mucus-infested brain the thought of; "But what about my other bodily fluids?" arose. But he wisely kept it to himself. Instead he nodded and repositioned his head so it was on her chest. "Comfier," he mumbled.

Angel stared down at him and then giggled, watching his head shake with her movement. "No snot there, either," she warned, eyeing the firm grip he had currently around her mid-section. He was clingy when sick, not that she really, really wanted to complain.

Except the snot, she could do without that.

"I promise, no snot on your shirt," He sniffed and then let go, looking for a tissue. How he could produce that much snot, he would never know. He really felt lousy, and was a little sorry that he could not be better company for Angel. "So what have I missed in my enferma?"

Funny things first. "Apparently Clarice, Shiro and Alex are all totally insane. I mean, totally totally insane. I'm not quite sure what went down but she ended up punching him in the eye. Clarice to Shiro, I mean. And then they dragged, or attempted, to drag Ms. D into the mess. Marius and I sat around the laptop eating popcorn."

"He kept his hands to himself, I trust?" Julio said thickly, before coughing again. "Because if your honor needs defending you are on your own."

There was only a smidgen of amused eye rolling as she hopped up to sit on his desk. "Totally keeping his hands to himself. Besides, I think I might be able to own him just a bit if I had to." Angel beam. "I'd just set his pants on fire again."

"That is my girl." Julio said, patting Angel's knee. "Clarice found out about the gay thing, did she not? I recall hitting, but I also had about a third of the bottle of Nyquil, so things are fuzzy."

"Yeah, though I don't know if she found out about the gay dream thing and hit him or if it translated over..." A whimper came out of her mouth and Angel rubbed her head. "Other people's relationships make my head hurt."

"Then this is a bad time to tell you I am having an affair with a circus midget, then?" Julio deadpanned, and then ruined it by coughing again. It was a bad one, deep in his chest. "This cold thing had gotten very very old."

"Dude, I totally want in on the midget action." They'd been teaching her deadpan as well.

Julio looked at his girlfriend for a minute. "That's hot," he finally said, solemnly. He reached for a bottle of Gatorade and took a small drink, coughing again.

Angel wiggled her eyebrows at him before breaking down into hysterical giggling to the point where she nearly tumbled right off the desk. "Totally hot," she choked out, trying to calm herself. The last thing she wanted was to die because then Julio would have to go and rouse himself, which would be bad.

"So I could possibly convince you to make out with one of your roommates? For my health?" Good lord, the sickness was making him sound like his suitemate. He really did need to be shot.

Then Angel really did fall off the desk, laughing too hard to be able to hold herself upright, let alone hold onto the desk. "Ow," she snickered at his feet, trying to remember that whole breathing thingie. "Ow ow ow..." And then she remembered Sooraya's confusion with the whole concept and howled with laughter, clutching her boyfriends ankles.

Julio grinned and shook his head. "My girlfriend comes to aide me while I am sick, and I kill her with laughing. I suck as a boyfriend."

"Dislocated my ribcage," she wheezed, finally coming up for some air. "Man, it's a good thing you're cute...even if slightly slimy right now."

He smiled blearily at her. "I do my best," he said, and then coughed again. "Ugh, anything else I miss?"

It took her a few minutes to climb back on her feet. "Yeah, now the, uh, bad news." Angel grimaced and scruffed up his hair in an affectionate manner. "You know the Elpis offices? Some mutant whackjobs who thought they weren't hard core enough blew them up."

"I was following that bit, a little. The plague is keeping me from reacting properly." He was aware of it yes, but the rage was very much dampened by the fact that he was sicker than a dog. "How are you?"

"Worried," was the immediate response. "But trying to balance that and life that, you know, doesn't want to stop." With a sigh, she leaned in closer to him. "For Lent, I'm giving up Red Bull. But the money that I save from it, I'm gonna donate it to some charities that are working through that mess." Angel grinned. "Might as well do something with the fortune I'm gonna save."

"Oh no, lent." Julio moaned. "I have no idea what to give up." He thought for a second while suppressing a cough. "I shall give up mayonnaise."

Angel stared. "But you hate mayonnaise!"

"So it will not be so hard to give up." Julio was such a wretched Catholic now. It would make his grandmother die of shame if she were she to see him. As far as his family knew, he was still being good, but the truth was he hadn't set foot in a church since June.

A shake of the head and a sigh. "Boys." That about summed it up, really. Boys. "Are you feeling any better? Even a smidge of a smidgen?"

"I am, thank you." Julio said, smiling. He rubbed the back of her arm with a knuckle. "Hopefully I shall beat this soon. With so many smart people, you would think they could have cure the cold by now."

"And then not have anyone buy lots and lots and lots of cold medicine? We'd kill the economy!" Reaching down, Angel planted a kiss on his forehead. "Okay, you, to the couch! With blankets and TV and you're personal snuggle heater!"

"Yay. *cough*"