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[timthescientist]

Going home can be nice...

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She did...I really like her. Thanks Jimmy. [he nudges him] Anyone on the scene for you, Mr Loverboy? 

Can't possibly eat all of these...

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Yes. And it's you. 

There's too many sad people around

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I'll stay with you tonight then, if it'll perhaps make things easier for you to sleep. [he wraps his arms around her, rubbing her back gently] He kissed you? Hmm...don't worry about it love. His fault, not yours...as long as you don't like him, there's no problem. 

[nods] Yes… I have before… when I had a roommate [turns so she’s facing him] It could work… [crawls onto his lap slowly, buries her face in his neck] My friend, Chess… he kissed me today. I told him I was with you and didn’t like him like that… but he did anyways… I didn’t kiss him back if that’s what you’re wondering… I’m sorry. [mumbles]

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I feel special [he grins at her, chuckling before he takes a few sips] Oh that's beautiful stuff...very yummy. [he shakes his head, passing her tea back] I've just got to fix a few lights and stuff, but that can wait till tomorrow. 

[thinks, scrunches up her nose] I suppose so. You’re lucky, I don’t just share my tea. [hands it to him] It has honey and cinnamon in it. Very yummy. [nods] Are you busy? I just finished work for the evening…

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So...I was talking to this woman...and then she just made this face and walked off. This is a strange place. 

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Sword swallower? Sounds...dangerous. 

Lovely to meet you too. I’m the sword swallower here

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[he holds her hand as she's diagnosed, then lets her crawl up onto him, holding her tightly] Chocolate ice cream! and I'll let you have a big one, 'cause you're such a brave girl, Livvy. No letting go! 

I don't feels very goods.

*nods eagerly* Okays, okays. *holds onto his hand tightly, whimpering softly* ‘kay, ice creams. I’ll do it for the ice creams. *gets her temperature taken by the nurse and is told she has the flu* Icky. I don’ts likes this. Ice creams! *coughs* Chocolate ice creams! *climbs up into his arms* And you’re nots allowed to lets go, okays?

[timthescientist]

Lovely to meet you, miss Kida! What do you do around here? 

Yay that’s good to hear. Also nice to meet you Tim, I’m Kida.

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Yup, my super duper strong hands! And you can squeeze my hands as much as you like, k? Okay, ice cream afterwards it is. Oh c'mon Livvy...you need to! And then we can go get ice cream. 

I don't feels very goods.

You’ll hold my hands, with your super duper strong hands! *nods and clings tighter to him* I likes that. Ice creams will feel colds against my necks, I likes it. *holds on tighter to him* Nooooo, I don’t wanna goes into the nurses.

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Tea sounds excellent! Reckon you could spare a few sips for your boyfriend? 

I’m drinking tea. [nods, holds up her cup and takes a sip]

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Right...well...we can deal with the eating later. Would you sleep easier if someone was with you? 

Just, sick. I feel sick when I eat. My tummy hurts. And I’m tired but I can’t sleep.

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Sick how? 

[leans into Tim] I’m sick.

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Mouse? [he approaches her, sitting next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder] Mouse what's wrong? What can't you eat. Or sleep? 

I can’t eat. I’m hungry. But if I eat it’ll come back up. I can’t eat. I can’t eat. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I’m not tired. Not anymore.

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Tim Posey at your service! And because I am stupidly, ridiculously, utterly happy. 

You’re very welcome. So who are you and why are you complimenting everybody?

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Hmm, really? Excellent. 

Well, well.  Winning my approval already.

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If they poke you, I'll be there to hold your hand, k? Well...I'll hold your hand anyway. But if they poke you....we can go get ice cream after, k? 

I don't feels very goods.

*nods and hides her face in his shoulder, sniffling, rubbing her nose on her sleeve* Timmies, I’m scareds. What if they pokes me or somethings? I don’t likes to be pokeded, espeficallsies with those pokey things.