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The Fever -ch3- Mein Herzt...
Asleep at home. She left the precinct, called him, even made a run to his office and found him asleep on the couch at home. After munching on a few snackoos, she sighed. Youre killing me, Gavin. Youre seriously killing me, she muttered, stepping closer and noticing in slight horror at what hed done to his gorgeous hair. The drill shaped ponytail laid on the coffee table, clearly, and quite messily chopped off. What the hell? You could have asked me to cut it or whatever She rolled her eyes and turned away, Youd probably say something stupid like, Me cutting off my own ponytail, thats symbolic, ja? Whaaaat, dont you like me with short hair? she muttered, poking fun at his accent.
It is symbolic, ja? And when doing the cute little Im mocking the sexiest man alive, Klavier" voice, y-- Thonk.
She promptly snackood him. Please contin
The Fever - ch2 - Morning High
It was a little hard for Ema, getting used to Klavier living in her apartment. It was strange enough that he was living there, but he still hadnt told her anything about the disease. All she knew about it was one, it was deadly, and two, it was called Borginian Fever. She opened up her internet browser and got down to her investigation. Wikipedia came up with a blank page, yahoo results came up with associated pages. Google came up blank too. Just then, she remembered WebMD.
Bingo she muttered under her breath, Borginian Fever works in stages. Stage ones symptoms include Nausea, vomiting, lack of appetite, weakness, and fatigue. She clicked around. The early stage of Borginian Fever lasts a few months. Stage two lasts for a few weeks. Her eyes scrolled across the final stages symptoms and she found herself almost unable to read through them. Screw reading this! She shoved her hand into her
The Fever - ch1 - Du Hast Mich
Who could that be at this hour? Ugh! Where are my snackoos?! The ornery brunette armed herself with her bag of chocolate snackoos and threw her front door open. Her annoyance quickly turned to anger. Agh! Why are you here? She was shouting, but he merely smiled. He was soaked from head to toe, and his blonde hair was out of its usual braid.
Fräulein Detektiv, may I come inside? I would usually never intrude on such a beautiful woman as you this late, but circumstances beyond my co-
Agh!! Just get in here!! Ema growled, stepping aside to let the blonde prosecutor in. Okay, you glimmerous fop, youve got six seconds to explain why youre here- starting now.
Es tut mir leid, mein leibe, ich denke nicht und ich fuß.
Shut up, right now. You know I only understood three words of that, right? Ich, nicht and und.
Sorry I wasnt thinking and I w
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