[ OH MAN COFFEE. He doesn't drink it yet, because it hasn't yet cooled down any, but he takes it and warms his hands.
And puts his sluggish mind to Philip's question. ]
Well...
[ He looks down at the surface of the coffee. Holding it sounds like a deep, loud hum that he has to raise his voice a little to speak over. The steam lightly touching his face is a whispering noise. He shivers.
Hey, he does actually have a sort-of excuse which is true in a way. This isn't the first time he's felt sick. He's been feeling off - a little nauseous, a little feverish - for the whole day. ]
I am a little out of sorts. Perhaps a cold. Sleep evades me.
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And puts his sluggish mind to Philip's question. ]
Well...
[ He looks down at the surface of the coffee. Holding it sounds like a deep, loud hum that he has to raise his voice a little to speak over. The steam lightly touching his face is a whispering noise. He shivers.
Hey, he does actually have a sort-of excuse which is true in a way. This isn't the first time he's felt sick. He's been feeling off - a little nauseous, a little feverish - for the whole day. ]
I am a little out of sorts. Perhaps a cold. Sleep evades me.