[ The source of the infection might be keeping secrets, but Jean's not the type to set aside tried and true treatments, either. It's afternoon when Jean knocks on Neil and Charlie's door, a small box in his hands. There's two containers of homemade chicken soup with rice, and freshly baked bread to go along with it. If bread is too thick, he's helpfully included a sleeve of saltines. Rounding it out he's included some mint tea, Levi's suggestion.
He doesn't know if they are sick, to be fair; he's just delivered enough that he's swapped in a soup order to make it easier for himself, and they get a special delivery. ]
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beep beep soup delivery
He doesn't know if they are sick, to be fair; he's just delivered enough that he's swapped in a soup order to make it easier for himself, and they get a special delivery. ]
sigh cw suicide as ever
oh them dead poet boys
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dis a wrap