Video-backdated a few hours to early afternoon

[inthejunk]

[The kid on the video doesn't look so hot. Not in an ate too much candy sort of way, either. He's pale and clammy and his lips aren't a healthy color. His eyes are dilated. He should probably be in bed. In fact, he probably is. But he's got something important to say first, judging by the serious expression on his face.]

Ah. I hope it doesn't ruin the holiday atmosphere, but I guess I should warn everyone. If someone gives you chocolates and you don't know them very well-

[He stops, curls up a bit. Ow, his freakin' insides...but before he can properly complain about those, he bumps something behind him. It turns out to be a plastic IV line, and when the cart falls over it tugs him hard enough to make him knock his head against a vacuum chamber, hanging around conveniently in case any patients in the area need their stomach pumped. Yosuke makes a frustrated, whiny sound.]

Ow! Ugh...anyway, please don't take candy from strangers. It might make you sick.

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[inthejunk]

Fine! I'm fine.

[Though it probably doesn't help his point when he doubles over again with a groan. Why did people in movies always die so peacefully when they'd been poisoned? It really hurts. He gets back into the bed and wraps himself around the pillow again, still sweating and breathing too hard. But it doesn't stop him from trying for a joke, anyway.]

I take that back. I'm definitely dying.

[empowers]

I'm coming over. Give me twenty minutes. Don't die in the meantime. [ This is not a request in any fashion, sir. ]

Sorry for the slow response! I'm moving.

[inthejunk]

Wait, I was kidding-!

[Whoops...]