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"Damn it!” James slammed his controller onto the coffee table in front of him. He groaned and slouched forward, hanging his head. The elven boy sitting next to him laughed and paused the game which was still mockingly flashing “K.O” on the screen. James ran his fingers through his pink hair then drew them to the front of his face, steepling them just under his nose and pressing his chin against them. He glanced over at his still snickering opponted and grimaced. “Are you cheating?”
“You don’t have to cheat if you’re good, James.” The suspect shrugged nonchalantly. He reached for the remote and turned off the tv, returning the proper tawny beige color to his skin, then picked up a red cup on the table.
“Jules!” James exclaimed. He looked at Jules quizzically, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hanging slightly agape. His left hand seemed frozen in place in a bizzare gesture not unlike someone trying to imitate a crab. “We could’ve played another round!”
“I dunno you seemed to be having some trouble there,” Jules replied and took a long sip of his drink. James clamped his mouth shut and continued to glare. The other boy shrugged.
“Ahh whatever. Fuck it anyh—” James cursing was cut off by loud bout of coughing. After a few moments the cacophony subsided and he pounded his hand against his chest, breathing out a lackluster grunt of annoyance. “Geez.”
“Oh no, are you dying?” Jules grabbed James’s shoulder with exaggerated desperation, leaning his head on the white sleeve of the other’s t-shirt. “I knew the day would come but so soon? Don’t leave me, man! What would I do? I’m too young to be a widower!”
Just as James was about to push the brown head of hair the hell away from him Jules sat up straight. He covered his mouth with his hand and, looking at James through narrowed eyes, murmured. “Or even worse. What if you get me sick?”
“God, it was just a cough.” James sighed. Jules lowered his hand slowly. “I’ve just been a bit under the weather.”
Jules blinked in surprise. “Oh. Are you actually sick?” he asked. He rested his elbows on his thighs, almost mirroring the still slouched over James, and looked his friend over more closely.
“I don’t think that’s gonna tell you anything,” James said dryly, following the other’s gaze. Jules slowly sat up again.
“You know a lot of people have been getting sick recently. Heard it’s pretty bad…” He crossed his arms and leaned back into the sofa casually. He closed his eyes for a few moments then stared up at the ceiling and continued to mumble.“People throwing up and stuff…” he trailed off, glancing at James who, judging by his expression, he guessed was either: a. Unimpressed, b. Uncaring, or c. All of the above.
“If I take a cough drop or cold medicine or something will you stop?” James locked eyes with Jules.
“No.”
Several seconds of silence passed with the only action taking place being James prominently displaying his middle finger. Finally Jules stretched and jumped to his feet.
“Alright, it’s a deal. I’ll be right back.” He walked out of the room and returned minutes later wearing a jacket. James reached his hand out expectantly but Jules walked straight past without stopping and headed for the door.
“The hell are you doing?”
Jules stopped and looked back, his hand already on the doorknob. “I’m going to get cold medicine.”
“What...I...mmmmkay.” James took a deep breath. Jules was already halfway through the door. “I meant if you already had some.”
“It’s fine. I’m already going--I’ll just go. I’ll be back.” Jules did a quick wave and shut the door.
At this point the light drizzling of rain that had been gradually building while they played video games had turned into a full downpour. Jules stood under the eaves of his porch and stuck his hand out experimentally. It was immediately assaulted by an onslaught of speeding raindrops. He withdrew his hand quickly and tucked it into his jacket pocket. He looked back at the front door then resolutely drew his coat closer around him and trotted down the path to the street.

Inside the house James was still sitting on the couch, bored out of his mind. For the third time since Jules had left he instinctively picked up the empty plastic cup in front of him and, huffing loudly in frustration, hurled it across the room. It crumpled against the far wall and catapulted to the ground a few paces away. James sighed and pushed himself to his feet then stalked over to it resentfully. As he leaned to pick up the cup his hand brushed against the umbrella sitting peacefully in the corner. He stared at it then slowly straightened up.
Haltingly, he turned around and walked to the window. He drew the curtain. “God...” he sighed before heading out into the shower with an umbrella in hand.
He sped over the slick cement, looking around peevishly for Jules in the sparse illumination the streetlights managed to give amid the evening’s thick wall of darkness. Every step he took sent hundred of tiny droplets flying into the air—which mostly landed on his pant legs and added to his increasing frustration, but behind the dizzying array of water coming up from a particularly large puddle he could finally see his target.
The two didn’t acknowledge each other for some time, James merely stepped closer and covered the soaking Jules with his umbrella.Jules stared up at other’s scowling face, his dark brown eyes highlighted by the beads of rain scattered on their delicate lashes. James lips eventually shifted under their gaze as he started to speak.
“Are you dumb?” he shouted. Jules looked away briefly and seemed to consider the question carefully before making eye contact again.
“Yes,” he stated. James buried his hands head in his hands, nearly dropping the umbrella in the process. As he screamed internally--or mostly internally, Jules pointed an accusatory finger. “But so are you! Man if you weren’t sick already, you’re definitely gonna be now. Not to mention shouting at the top of your lungs probably doesn’t help.”
James squinted.
“Let’s go get the cold medicine,” Jules said, patting his shoulder.
So the duo trudged on to a nearby convenience store much to the shock of the lone employee manning the register. They retrieved the medicine and thus having completed their mission, finally returned to their now very well-deserved game night.

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"Damn it!” James slammed his controller onto the coffee table in front of him. He groaned and slouched forward, hanging his head. The elven boy sitting next to him laughed and paused the game which was still mockingly flashing “K.O” on the screen. James ran his fingers through his pink hair then drew them to the front of his face, steepling them just under his nose and pressing his chin against them. He glanced over at his still snickering opponted and grimaced. “Are you cheating?”
“You don’t have to cheat if you’re good, James.” The suspect shrugged nonchalantly. He reached for the remote and turned off the tv, returning the proper tawny beige color to his skin, then picked up a red cup on the table.
“Jules!” James exclaimed. He looked at Jules quizzically, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hanging slightly agape. His left hand seemed frozen in place in a bizzare gesture not unlike someone trying to imitate a crab. “We could’ve played another round!”
“I dunno you seemed to be having some trouble there,” Jules replied and took a long sip of his drink. James clamped his mouth shut and continued to glare. The other boy shrugged.
“Ahh whatever. Fuck it anyh—” James cursing was cut off by loud bout of coughing. After a few moments the cacophony subsided and he pounded his hand against his chest, breathing out a lackluster grunt of annoyance. “Geez.”
“Oh no, are you dying?” Jules grabbed James’s shoulder with exaggerated desperation, leaning his head on the white sleeve of the other’s t-shirt. “I knew the day would come but so soon? Don’t leave me, man! What would I do? I’m too young to be a widower!”
Just as James was about to push the brown head of hair the hell away from him Jules sat up straight. He covered his mouth with his hand and, looking at James through narrowed eyes, murmured. “Or even worse. What if you get me sick?”
“God, it was just a cough.” James sighed. Jules lowered his hand slowly. “I’ve just been a bit under the weather.”
Jules blinked in surprise. “Oh. Are you actually sick?” he asked. He rested his elbows on his thighs, almost mirroring the still slouched over James, and looked his friend over more closely.
“I don’t think that’s gonna tell you anything,” James said dryly, following the other’s gaze. Jules slowly sat up again.
“You know a lot of people have been getting sick recently. Heard it’s pretty bad…” He crossed his arms and leaned back into the sofa casually. He closed his eyes for a few moments then stared up at the ceiling and continued to mumble.“People throwing up and stuff…” he trailed off, glancing at James who, judging by his expression, he guessed was either: a. Unimpressed, b. Uncaring, or c. All of the above.
“If I take a cough drop or cold medicine or something will you stop?” James locked eyes with Jules.
“No.”
Several seconds of silence passed with the only action taking place being James prominently displaying his middle finger. Finally Jules stretched and jumped to his feet.
“Alright, it’s a deal. I’ll be right back.” He walked out of the room and returned minutes later wearing a jacket. James reached his hand out expectantly but Jules walked straight past without stopping and headed for the door.
“The hell are you doing?”
Jules stopped and looked back, his hand already on the doorknob. “I’m going to get cold medicine.”
“What...I...mmmmkay.” James took a deep breath. Jules was already halfway through the door. “I meant if you already had some.”
“It’s fine. I’m already going--I’ll just go. I’ll be back.” Jules did a quick wave and shut the door.
At this point the light drizzling of rain that had been gradually building while they played video games had turned into a full downpour. Jules stood under the eaves of his porch and stuck his hand out experimentally. It was immediately assaulted by an onslaught of speeding raindrops. He withdrew his hand quickly and tucked it into his jacket pocket. He looked back at the front door then resolutely drew his coat closer around him and trotted down the path to the street.

Inside the house James was still sitting on the couch, bored out of his mind. For the third time since Jules had left he instinctively picked up the empty plastic cup in front of him and, huffing loudly in frustration, hurled it across the room. It crumpled against the far wall and catapulted to the ground a few paces away. James sighed and pushed himself to his feet then stalked over to it resentfully. As he leaned to pick up the cup his hand brushed against the umbrella sitting peacefully in the corner. He stared at it then slowly straightened up.
Haltingly, he turned around and walked to the window. He drew the curtain. “God...” he sighed before heading out into the shower with an umbrella in hand.
He sped over the slick cement, looking around peevishly for Jules in the sparse illumination the streetlights managed to give amid the evening’s thick wall of darkness. Every step he took sent hundred of tiny droplets flying into the air—which mostly landed on his pant legs and added to his increasing frustration, but behind the dizzying array of water coming up from a particularly large puddle he could finally see his target.
The two didn’t acknowledge each other for some time, James merely stepped closer and covered the soaking Jules with his umbrella.Jules stared up at other’s scowling face, his dark brown eyes highlighted by the beads of rain scattered on their delicate lashes. James lips eventually shifted under their gaze as he started to speak.
“Are you dumb?” he shouted. Jules looked away briefly and seemed to consider the question carefully before making eye contact again.
“Yes,” he stated. James buried his hands head in his hands, nearly dropping the umbrella in the process. As he screamed internally--or mostly internally, Jules pointed an accusatory finger. “But so are you! Man if you weren’t sick already, you’re definitely gonna be now. Not to mention shouting at the top of your lungs probably doesn’t help.”
James squinted.
“Let’s go get the cold medicine,” Jules said, patting his shoulder.
So the duo trudged on to a nearby convenience store much to the shock of the lone employee manning the register. They retrieved the medicine and thus having completed their mission, finally returned to their now very well-deserved game night.