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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"'S just a bad cold. Maybe a bit of a flu-y edge to it. The club's a fucking disease jackpot," he said, before turning his head and coughing into his shoulder, which made him groan slightly. It thankfully cleared his voice a little more though. "Ugh, I'm a complete whiny bastard of a patient though, I'm well aware. At least with this sort of shit." He'd been stubborn as a Sphinx when he'd lost his leg, but with something that was actually pretty minor he just fell into it and wallowed.

He crossed back to the sofa and plopped down onto it, dropping his crutches, which failed to clatter only because of the rug the sofa sat on. "That makes sense," he said, as Theo explained how he'd found him, smiling slightly when he realised his voice was sounding relatively normal again, if a bit rough. "I really don't mind. I don't get so many non-family visitors. Although you really don't want this so I suggest not getting too close," he said. He waved vaguely at the soft chair available for sitting in. It didn't match the sofa in the slightest.

He scrunched up his eyes and then blinked a few times. "You want a drink? I can spell that from here," he said, smiling at Theo. He sort of hoped he would stay, at least for a little while.