Kat just shrugged and shook her head slightly as if to say, 'no fuckin' clue, Gorgeous' and then she bounced little Zoe on her hip and glanced around to see where Zoe's twin had gotten to.
Emilio caught sight of Chloe and Rosa and he raised his eyebrows. Then he patted Jean on the back. Girl gayness indeed. "Drink more nog." Emilio suggested calmly.
Peter put a hand over his mouth for fear he burst into a gigglefit that would never end. It was true. Razvan was a dick. But less so, lately! "I wish Thomas and Josie were here too." Peter said kindly. "And...Ryn..." Though that wasn't really true. And Ryn probably would only have come if Peter had paid him. "I'm glad you think it's nice-" But Peter was cut off by Tamm's little sister addressing him quite loudly. "She's...she needs a...right..." Peter looked worried and he patted Jubilee on the shoulder. "Thank you, Darling." He smiled at Svetlana. "Excuse me."
Hope had spent hours in a graveyard in the rain in the middle of winter and it was hardly surprising she was sick. This, however, seemed worse than a little cough. And just as Peter neared them, dutifully carrying the bag of cough sweets, Hope turned and coughed. All over him. Peter closed his eyes and shuddered inwardly, taking a moment to calm, lest he leap about the place in horror, shouting 'quarantine me, I've been germed!!'. When he opened his eyes again, his body was still quite rigid. He could feel goo on his face. Yuck. Germs, germs gerrrrmmmssssssss! "Okay, Sweetheart, maybe we should get you to a doctor." He said, as calmly as he possibly could.
"It's just a cold!" Hope wailed.
Liz neared closer to Peter and she surveyed the spittle on his face. "Hope, this doesn't look like a healthy colour." She said before wiping at Peter's face with a napkin.
"OH EW! Liz! You're...you're rubbing it in, stop!" Peter flapped at her, completely mortified that Liz had just decided that Hope's phlegm was an unhealthy colour by looking at his cheeks. "Give me that!" He snatched for the napkin. "You need antibiotics, Honey. We're going to a doctor. In five minutes." And then he darted for the bathroom in desperate search of soap. All in all, the extra thirty seconds he'd taken to stand there was a pretty good effort, he thought.
Dimitri rested his head on his hands and he nodded. "And I got pretty good and nicking things from stores but Tasha always nicked it from me. Ah, the good old days..."
Spence looked charmed for some reason. Owen looked terribly dubious.
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Date: 2007-12-25 06:25 am (UTC)From:Emilio caught sight of Chloe and Rosa and he raised his eyebrows. Then he patted Jean on the back. Girl gayness indeed. "Drink more nog." Emilio suggested calmly.
Peter put a hand over his mouth for fear he burst into a gigglefit that would never end. It was true. Razvan was a dick. But less so, lately! "I wish Thomas and Josie were here too." Peter said kindly. "And...Ryn..." Though that wasn't really true. And Ryn probably would only have come if Peter had paid him. "I'm glad you think it's nice-" But Peter was cut off by Tamm's little sister addressing him quite loudly. "She's...she needs a...right..." Peter looked worried and he patted Jubilee on the shoulder. "Thank you, Darling." He smiled at Svetlana. "Excuse me."
Hope had spent hours in a graveyard in the rain in the middle of winter and it was hardly surprising she was sick. This, however, seemed worse than a little cough. And just as Peter neared them, dutifully carrying the bag of cough sweets, Hope turned and coughed. All over him. Peter closed his eyes and shuddered inwardly, taking a moment to calm, lest he leap about the place in horror, shouting 'quarantine me, I've been germed!!'. When he opened his eyes again, his body was still quite rigid. He could feel goo on his face. Yuck. Germs, germs gerrrrmmmssssssss! "Okay, Sweetheart, maybe we should get you to a doctor." He said, as calmly as he possibly could.
"It's just a cold!" Hope wailed.
Liz neared closer to Peter and she surveyed the spittle on his face. "Hope, this doesn't look like a healthy colour." She said before wiping at Peter's face with a napkin.
"OH EW! Liz! You're...you're rubbing it in, stop!" Peter flapped at her, completely mortified that Liz had just decided that Hope's phlegm was an unhealthy colour by looking at his cheeks. "Give me that!" He snatched for the napkin. "You need antibiotics, Honey. We're going to a doctor. In five minutes." And then he darted for the bathroom in desperate search of soap. All in all, the extra thirty seconds he'd taken to stand there was a pretty good effort, he thought.
Dimitri rested his head on his hands and he nodded. "And I got pretty good and nicking things from stores but Tasha always nicked it from me. Ah, the good old days..."
Spence looked charmed for some reason. Owen looked terribly dubious.