[he hums, taking a drag off of his cigarette, and exhales it through his nose, a small sound on the end of it as it tickles something in the back of his throat. it's not a cough, not yet, but of course. of course, on top of just feeling a little shitty and not being able to use the bathhouse, whatever this is might be moving into his chest. just his luck]
[shaking his head, he exhales a heavy breath -- and then shakes his head again, this time more decisively] If I didn't wake up feeling like death warmed over, this morning, I might try something, myself. As it is ... [whatever. maybe later. he'll just continue to be grumpy about it now]
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[shaking his head, he exhales a heavy breath -- and then shakes his head again, this time more decisively] If I didn't wake up feeling like death warmed over, this morning, I might try something, myself. As it is ... [whatever. maybe later. he'll just continue to be grumpy about it now]