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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Zerith" data-source="post: 6123341" data-attributes="member: 99953">Felix was, blatantly, sick, If he bothered to think about it, he would have realized he simply got a cold from being in a frozen room, courtesy of Frost; he, however, was still convied it was all part of a slow miserable death, and was in no mood to tolerate games of any kind “Ja, und definieren Deutsch” he corrected and replied with a very stuffed up breathed, as he peeked  out the windows of the van. When Uomo asked about the meds he again said "Ja", tiredly.Assuming the van was clear of observes: he would shift forms and proceed to the rear, clothes draped comically loose over his then feline form and then got into his backpack, he made sure it was under nothing as they packed, a moment latter he lazily moved next to Grid, two bottles cliched between his teeth, Advil and Tylenol.Felix allowed the adivel to drop out of his moth before torquing off the lead of the Tylenol: holding the lid with his mouth and the bottle itself between his paws, the result was a localized shower of pain meds, some remained in the bottle, the rest were, all over. noticing one of the several that landed next to himself, Felix looked down at it fixedly, before consuming the gel capsule and then again moving towards the rear.A nice fifteen hour cat nap… yes,, he was going to have one. A grim and tired thought would then reach his mind as a tune reached his mind’s ear without cause '…I’ll sleep when I’m dead…'[he said “Yes, and define German.”][Also, when is his Regen kicking back in?]</blockquote>

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