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[b][color=f26522]Interacting with:[/color][/b] [@Fisticuffs], [@Peridot], [@Etranger][/center]

For a few moments, the man found himself looking at the television. Were they still talking about the attacks? That was all they spoke about on the news nowadays. Fearmongering forced people to avoid the streets at night all together, and many citizens cast concerned looks at one another as they spoke about the person who was ripped to shreds down the block, or the body that they found at the docks. It was all bullshit to him, to be honest-- if there was a killer among them, then they would be caught eventually. There was no need to be constantly talking about the remains that were found or the pools of blood that swamped the alleyways. His nose wrinkled slightly, and his gaze flickered to Thomas, who had commented on his appearance. 

[b][color=f26522]"Fever's been fuckin' me for days,"[/color][/b] Garrett muttered simply before returning his gaze to the rum. The glass was full, and the small bits of ice swirled in a spiral in the midst of the yellow-ish liquid. Through his silence, he heard two more people sit beside him-- a man that he knew by Felix and a female that called herself Theresa. They made their rounds about the pub as well, though probably not as often as he did. 

Theresa mentioned the news report again, relating it to the sudden outburst of illness that plagued the population. His temper flared, but he mostly kept it under control for now. [b][color=f26522]"Don't be stupid,"[/color][/b] he grumbled, shooting Felix and Theresa a harsh glare. [/color]

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[b][color=8493ca]Interacting with:[/color][/b] [@Elle Santiago][/center]

[color=gray]Something snapped her from her thoughts, although she wasn't sure what it was at first. Wren's gaze swept over the diner in search of the high-pitched noise, only to realize that the sound was coming from outside. Her head turned towards the window pane, seeing a small dog with its paws on the glass. It was barking at her, and while the sound irritated her headache even more, she couldn't help but feel like its cuteness over-rode that factor. A smile wormed its way over her lips, and a light giggle was about to escape her throat when someone approached her. Wren looked upwards, her eyes blinking in surprise at the generous gift of soup. The steam hit her face, and the smell was more than appetizing. [color=8493ca][b]"No worries. Your dog is cute, and he made me laugh, so it's a win-win for me,"[/b][/color] her weary smile widened slightly as she dipped a spoon into the soup.

[color=8882be][b]"This bug has been killing me for almost a week. A few nights ago, I had this fever that I thought would end me,"[/b][/color] Wren told Caitlyn, slowly sipping at the warm soup. She caught sight of the man that sat at the long table, but she didn't say anything to him. He seemed a little busy, so Wren kept her attention on Caitlyn as she slurped a long noodle.[/color]