[ woof. Raihan hasn't choked up any full flowers yet, but he does have a winding vine with a flower bud that's begun to spindle up his wrist. it was painful enough to cut out the first time, but it's returned with a vengeance and has grown twice as fast than its predecessor. it's only confirmed that whatever is wrong with him is getting worse, and he's clearly not the only one it's affecting. ]

With the way things are going, why pick one spot? We could go mobile.

[ he grins, but it has a wry tinge to it as he shoves his hands in his hoodie pockets. things don't look too good for them as it stands, but he refuses to keep a negative attitude about it. joking is probably the best way to keep up that hope. ]

As far as sicknesses go, I can appreciate the aesthetic. [ gross as it is, coughing up flowers feels oddly romantic. he looks at the flower he's held up, momentarily curious. ] Doesn't look like anything I've been hacking up... you think they're different for each person?