[Now, Reim usually is up during these wee hours, after a healthy amount of sleep necessary to succeed, so this message coming at an odd time wouldn't actually be too outlandish - normally. But for some mysterious reason he's been feverish and sick all goddamn night, and so now when he blearily stares at his laptop screen to read his messages, it's after he's spent several hours trying and failing to sleep off this sudden onset of sickness.
He feels... tired. And achy. And gross, really, just more gross than he's ever been, everything hurts and he's nauseous on top of that. It has been a terribly long night. So.]
I am afraid I'm ill.
[It takes him like five minutes to send this back. Tragique.]
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He feels... tired. And achy. And gross, really, just more gross than he's ever been, everything hurts and he's nauseous on top of that. It has been a terribly long night. So.]
I am afraid I'm ill.
[It takes him like five minutes to send this back. Tragique.]