◜ . only the good die young ┊ sick . ◞

[JERSEYBOY]

JERSEYBOY

Jerseyboy had woken up that morning feeling a little... off. His head was a ( radiating ) warmth and his throat stung every time he gulped, though he just assumed it to be the result of his late-night drinking ( even if he didn't even drink that much last night ). The tuxedo tom rolled out of bed groggily, a haze lingering over his brain like a raincloud as he brewed himself a cup of joe. Maybe coffee would get him out of this state; perhaps he was just a little hungover. Jerseyboy waited for the hot water to boil, and as he did so, he hummed a soft tune. As he opened his maw to produce a note, his voice cracked and seemingly split the air around him. It did not sound pretty, and it definitely wasn't what he had been expecting. The fuck? He wasn't a morning person, sure, but he knew that his voice never cracked on the first note. Ah, shit. "Don't even tell me..." He thought to himself, folding his ears against the back of his cranium.

Although he felt a little lightheaded, he ventured out of his residence into the outside. So far, the male was denying any doubts that he had in his mind. He ventured into town, his eyes [sub]heavyset[/sub] and his movements sluggish. He had picked out a tasty-looking fish for himself from a local vendor, though before he could even start heading back home, the fish dropped from his jaws and he let out a loud sneeze. Water brimmed at his green eyes as he wrinkled his nose, and moments later, another sneeze was expelled from his lungs. Jerseyboy took a deep inhale, sniffling as snot matted his nostrils. With his dark fur tousled and an overall air of sickness radiating from the Hearthkeeper, he looked like a total mess. Where the hell did he get this cold from?

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