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Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [ 11/13 ]

Turtle Wexler sat behind the counter of her store, usually one of the happiest places on earth, looking absolutely miserable. The slightest sound made her wince, even just the rush of mechanics from the SquishyBot, and she could barely even say "Thank you for shopping Turtle & Canary," without breaking into a fit of hacking coughs before she even finished her name. She was thinking, looking longingly at the door, that she might as well just close up shop early today, but, ugh, she still had radio to do later. Without Jeff, because he was in freaking England or Wales or wherever. Maybe that was for the best, actually, because she probably looked as bad and gross as she felt.

Turtle blew her nose loudly. Being sick sucked.

Today's Squishy flavors: Mucus, Phlegm, Grape Judas.

Turtle & Canary is open and sick.

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Please to be forgiving if she sneezes on you.

Another several boxes of painkillers went smack on the counter.

Kerrigan gave Turtle a Look. It would've probably been far more effective a few days earlier. "No pushing things on me," she warned the girl.

Turtle's shoulders wilted and she looked over at the Leuitenant like she was crazy for even suggesting it. "Don't..." small grunt, "worry, you're good." Even if even last time, she'd be let off easy.

"Okay," Kerrigan said, pausing at the state of the girl. "That's... good." She cocked her head faintly.

Turtle's miserable expression was interrupted only be a small series of coughs, in which she tried to be very good about turning her head for, coughing into her shoulder. "I think something's going around..."

And that got her a sharp look. "You think?" Kerrigan asked, following the girl's movements carefully. "Radio has 'em dropping like flies."

Turtle's frown deepened as the sharp looks continued; if she wasn't feeling awful and still trying to preserve herself enough for radio tonight, she might go back on what she said and try to push this lady to get a chill pill instead of painkillers. "Hope everyone's okay," she muttered instead. "Is that why you've been getting so many of these?" Her head nodded toward Kerrigan's purchases.

"Yeah."

She put some money on the counter without taking her eyes off Turtle. "Are you sure you're going to be able to handle doing radio yourself?" Kerrigan asked, after a few moments and very much despite herself.

Turtle frowned. "I'm not that sick!" she insisted and, comparatively, she wasn't, although it wasn't like she knew that. "I used to do radio by myself all the ti--"

And then a thought struck her, a thought all too in line with the thoughts she'd been having since the weekend before last, and her red rimmed eyes widened. "Wait!" her voice sounded a bit desperate, worried. "What do you mean!"

"You're still sick," Kerrigan pointed out, because she was so totally not a hypocrite about these things, "Don't want you falling over into a microphone or busting all our eardrums in a coughing fit."

Tactful, tactful.

She was still sick, which meant that if something did happen, Turtle would suck even more at defending herself, and now worry was spread all over her face. The urge to flail was strong, but the fact that flailing was moving and that would get her nausea going again kept her in check. "What am I going to do?" she panicked. "I can't do radio alone like this!"

This was a bad idea.

This was an exceptionally bad idea.

She was so going to blame the headache.

"You're a student, I'm a teacher," Kerrigan said, with alarm bells blaring at her not to say what she was about to say, "I'm technically responsible for you kids..."

"That's right!" Turtle said, her eyes widening in an expression of realization that meant she'd be latching onto Kerrigan's leg now if she even thought of backing out. "And your a Lieutenant!" Which meant good with fighting and guns and stuff and therefor safe.

Yeah. This was a bad idea.

Kerrigan sighed, pressing two fingers to her forehead. "Just gonna be there to make sure you don't keel over, kid," she said. "Don't expect me to say anything."

"That's fine!" Turtle said quickly, just as long as she didn't lose her bodyguard here. "Really, really fine. You just have to be there. And...walk with me back to the dorms. Just in case."

"Fine with me."

She took the painkillers off the counter, stuffing them into the pocket of her jacket. "Catch you outside the dorms beforehand."

Kerrigan was so going to headdesk when she went back to her office.

He's handing out those white mouthmasks for free to help fight the spread of infection!

Life imitates art: I'm getting a plague too!

Up early because it can be and because I'll have weird hours tomorrow. Work in the evening and some car work, job hunting, and lunchtime meetings through the day. In other words? SP IS LOVE OMG.

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