un: jonas. cw: blood chatter.

[coherer]

ik this is going to sound like an episode of 60 Minutes that never got aired, but I have smelled worryingly like blood for the past week or so.

Please pre-emptively cool it on the wild guesses, though. God forbid any of this winds up vaguely sexual like Keith's thing (F, buddy). No, I haven't even been injured lately. No, it's not my time of the month. No, I'm not actually a murderer. I woke up one day, sniffed foul air, and have been increasingly ill since.

Does anyone have any idea what I can even do about this? bc I feel like I've tried literally everything but bathing in bleach.

Oh, actually, for ppl who don't want to interact with my TMI, what are your favourite movies? I work at the theatre in Mirth now and I'll get a 2% raise if I bring in more traffic, so I kinda have a vested interest in knowing what kinds of things you'd wanna see screened. Set can't pay for everything yk lol.

Thanks.

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[coherer]

GOOD LOL, I don't wanna smell you either soooooo....

You're the best😂 tysm

[zangetsu]

（ so, a few hours later, there's a care package left at jonas' door. some candles clearly chosen by a teenage boy who doesn't care about candles, a humidifier, some decent food that's all very japanese in nature and... a sudoku book.

in case he gets bored or something??? ）

[coherer]

God bless you

(ichigo is a saint.

jonas sets up the humidifier, burns several candles at once, stares at the sudoku like it's growing aggressive tentacles, and tries to eat. thanks to the overwhelming scent of some minty essential oils in the wax, he manages half before having to pack it away.

got a vitamin, time to NAP)