[And soon enough Blue's home, and Red had better be in bed! He spends a few minutes rummaging in the kitchen first, but when he finally knocks and enters Red's room, he's got a mug of soup in one hand and a box of tissues under his arm.]
Hey, Snubbull. Any better? [He cracks a grin as he crosses the room and sets the mug down on the side table, and the tissues in Red's lap. And, well, why not lean over for a smooch to the forehead, too?]
[To himself, he sighs quietly, again forgetting that Red could hear his thoughts. I guess everyone's feeling a little sicker this week...
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Hey, Snubbull. Any better? [He cracks a grin as he crosses the room and sets the mug down on the side table, and the tissues in Red's lap. And, well, why not lean over for a smooch to the forehead, too?]
[To himself, he sighs quietly, again forgetting that Red could hear his thoughts. I guess everyone's feeling a little sicker this week...