sick days

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Joly wakes himself up sneezing. He's momentarily confused to find he's still on the couch, and almost fully dressed-- why wouldn't he be in bed in his own room?

Oh, yes. Because Lesgle's in the bed, and doesn't think he's Lesgle. Well. If that doesn't resolve soon,they'll probably both need to go to the infirmary. Right now...Joly tries to think. It's more complicated than it should be. Right now...there should be tissues here. He'll need to send off for more.


...Or sneeze all over his hands, that's apparently the immediate plan. All right, right now he's going to wash up. And then send for tissues.

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Joly makes a sound of general objection against the whole world of Doing Things when Lesgle gets up. "You're dot ad obbicer. You can'd gib be orders. We're a rebublig." It's a stirring protest, no doubt, and the fact that he says it into the mattress doesn't change its sincerity. But he still takes the remote when Lesgle gets back.

He hasn't really studied it since they moved in. It didn't work, and that's mildly interesting, but there's been more interesting things to consider, and it's not as though they expect to have TV. But right now this might be the most challenging thing he's capable of considering. So consider it he does, turning the remote over and around, poking at buttons and sliding around panels.

And then he starts giggling. It's a snorfling kind of giggle, but he can't stop.

With great deliberation, he slides the batteries out and turns them around. The television goes on with its electric un-sound, and a field of waving grain fills the screen.

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"What. What?" Joly is giggling, and he doesn't know why, which is...a fairly usual turn of events, really, and Lesgle responds to it in the usual way, by prodding Joly's knee insistently with his toe. "What? Did you--oh God."

There's something on the edges of his consciousness.

"Did you just...did you...did you reverse the polarity?"

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That does it; Joly's down. He falls back on the mattress, waving the remote in the air, and laughing too hard to breathe, which is admittedly not that hard in his current state.