CODE MONKEY / private

[dannychan]

cx sure~ who should get sick??

[peridot.]

/uhhh idk which one should? cx Up to you

[dannychan]

cx gilfoyle??

[peridot.]

/alright cx

Gilfoyle fucking hated being sick. It didn't happen very often, thankfully, but when it did, he was stubborn as fuck and refused to focus on it. At the moment, he was trying his best to stay upright at his desk, obviously not doing well as he sniffled and felt a throbbing in his skull as he struggled to get work done.

[dannychan]

dinesh could tell something wasn't right. gilfoyle hadn't said a thing to him all morning ( while that was nice, it was worrying). dinesh sighed and looked over at him, moving his chair a bit closer to get a better look at your screen. "dude, you've hardly done anything today. do you feel alright?"

[peridot.]

Gilfoyle sighed and said, pressing his fingers against his forehead to try and ease the pain, "Fuck off, man. I'm trying."

[dannychan]

he frowned slightly. "shit, you honestly look terrible- not in a bad ways this time. you genuinely look like you've been sent to hell and back.@ he said. "more your hand." he said and stood.

[peridot.]

He said quietly, taking his hand down and glaring at the other for a moment, "I feel terrible too, but I've got work to do.."

[dannychan]

he pressed the back of his hand to the males forehead and sighed. "go back to bed, ill do your work for you." he sighed

[peridot.]

/skip? we can do your sick plot cx