Joly grins now. "Hah, Bahorel makes up stories about you anyway. And I--ah-ah--" He starts to sneeze, can't, and settles for making a face. "--I'b sdill Joly. If I stob being Joly, you're dot to led me use by lab. I hab exberimends thad can'd--ugh." He pats through his vest pockets and finds a handkerchief. "I'd albost forgodden I had dis--ah!"
This time he does manage a proper sneeze. It's briefly head clearing. "Anyway, yes. Don't let anyone who isn't Joly into my lab, even if it's me. Er, sort of. And if you're Lesgle again I am taking off my waistcoat at least, it's boiling in here. Or I am. We should take something. Do you feel hot?"
He's already rummaging through the cabinet he's set aside for medication.
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Date: 2 Apr 2015 23:02 (UTC)This time he does manage a proper sneeze. It's briefly head clearing. "Anyway, yes. Don't let anyone who isn't Joly into my lab, even if it's me. Er, sort of. And if you're Lesgle again I am taking off my waistcoat at least, it's boiling in here. Or I am. We should take something. Do you feel hot?"
He's already rummaging through the cabinet he's set aside for medication.