sessifet | Slice of life: Illness

Me: I am ill and full of woe. I need cuddles. Fuzzy cuddles.
Loki: *conspicuous in absence*
Me: Waah. Need love.
Jazz: I'll throw myself on that grenade!
Me: Yay, kitty love!
Jazz: I love you. Lots and lots and lots and I will purr and rub myself on you and your synthetic thing of warmness.
Me: Aw. Fuzzles make feel better.
Static: *builds up*
Jazz: I shall love you more! *purrrubsnuggle*
Static: *builds up*
Jazz: We shall touch noses!
Me: Yay!
Noses: *touch*
Static: *discharges*
Air: *cracklezot!*
Jazz: *startlefartflee!*
Me: Oh, how I wish I had a stuffed nose right now...