[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

Nathan quickly and quietly shuts his journal as soon as Ventus gets close.  Nope, no peeking!  For someone paying no attention to anyone else, Nathan's surprisingly alert if it concerns his journal.

*achoo*

"...*sniff*...guess so...still gotta get things done, though...and Forthright seems to be enjoying it too, so...Starmie will probably enjoy it too..."

*achoo*

Kirlia hands Nathan another tissue.  Shakes his head in a rather worried fashion.  He can't seem to dissuade Nathan from taking it easy today...this cold is worse than he's letting on.  

Kirlia looks at Ventus and Shiva, silently asking for their help.

The sociologist raises as eyebrow at the boy's prompt reaction to his snooping, considering he detected they were quite absorbed in reading whatever it was in their journal, before brushing it off and shared Kirlia's look when he sensed their plea for help. Looking at the slightly miserable condition Nathan was in, it didn't take a PhD in Sociology to connect the dots and figure out WHAT the psychic wanted assistance with, and so lightly but firmly gripped the young scholar's shoulder and gave him an admonishing look.

"Nathan Warren, you bear a striking resemblance to a runny nose Rufflet , and I can feel how lethargic and dismal this weather has made you, so I believe that you are far from ready to engage in any strenuous activity for the day. Unless you desire to worry Kirlia even more over your wellbeing as you struggle against your cold, instead of tending to it with all the necessary care?"