Chris: *staring at Angelo expectingly*
Angelo: .. Don't you have your own phone? *gets his out, sighing as he goes through his contacts*
Chris: *lets out a please trill and looks over his shoulder* Call Fazzy Bear! *beams*
Angelo: In one of those lovie moods huh?~ presses Faz's contact and hugs him, holding the phone for him*
Chris: *waiting eagerly*
Jamey: *answers it* Hello?
Chris: Hi Jamey! Is Faz there?
Jamey: *looks down at an unconscious Faz* Uh.. He is but he's not.. good? Did you guys hear about what's been going on?
Chris: *starts getting anxiety* What.. What do you mean?
Angelo: *confused* What's happening Jamey?
Jamey: There's this virus going around.. it's makes people crazy. Theres so many dead bodies. *holds Faz close* I think Faz is infected? He could just be getting sick though.
Angelo: .. Are you okay baby? Do you want me to come get you?
Jamey: No no- the virus makes people aggressive and- Jerry already took Max-
Chris: *shifts into his wings and disappears out the door*
Angelo: Fuck! *gets up in a panic* Chris is on his way- I need to call your father, I'll call right back okay honey? I love you.
Jamey: *buries his face into Faz's hair and mutters* Love you too. *hangs up*
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Flaz: *frowns a bit and kneels down to check on Faz* Dad, you do realise he's too warm right now? Give him some space. We have a couch.
Jamey: *reluctantly puts Faz back on the couch* ... He didn't feel that warm.
Flaz: Coz your burning up too jackass. You're probably sick from stress and running around like silly fucks for the past 3 days. *takes Faz's sweater off and gestures to Jamey to do the same*
Mel: *watching out the window* So they're not infected?
Flaz: *sarcastically* Because I'm a professional?
Mel: You're acting like one. *rolls his eyes*
Loren: Probably not the time guys.
Jamey: *groans a bit and sits on the floor leaning against the couch* Not right now boys. Just.. quiet for a bit?
Flaz: Sure. *passes him some water*
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I'm tired lol
