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So, Atton's no longer feeling disorientated. He's starting to walk better.

New problems have arisen, though. Atton has been alternating between feeling freezing and feeling like he's burning up. It started rather abruptly, and it isn't very pleasant.

Right now, he's freezing. Thus, he's wandering around his room, shirtless and barefoot but with a thick blanket draped over his shoulders, shivering.

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"So do I." Cheerfully. "You have good hair. Also it means mine isn't the messiest in the bar." Sam sticks his tongue out.

"'M hair isn't that messy."

"Liar. 's good messy, though. It's... you."

"I'm my hair?" Fingering it. "But I thought I was so much more!"

Sam snorts. "Idiot. You know what I mean."

Atton just sticks his tongue out.

Sam sticks his tongue out right back!

"Pfft. You're so immature."

Pout. "You're immature...er."

Beat. "And you started it!"

"You started it!"

"Did not!" Sam nudges him.

"Did too!"

"Did too!" Nudging him harder.

"'M glad you agree!" Nudging him back.

"Awwww." Pout, as he nudges Atton again. "That always works in cartoons. Not fair."

"I win." Smugly.

"Only because television lied to me," Sam sulks. "I'm shocked and appalled by this, I really am."

"You should complain."

"I should," Sam agrees. "It's terrible, really."

Beat.

"On that subject: want to watch cartoons?"

"Yes! I love cartoons."

"Bet the bar's got a channel with all the old Looney Tunes ones on. They were good, so long as you watched the ones without all the rampant racism and sexism."

"Looney Tunes?"

"...Time you were introduced." Sam says firmly, looking about for the television remote. Finding none, he simply does it via magic... and of course, the channel it switches on at is the channel they want.

"Excellent."

The current cartoon is Road Runner.

"I wish I had popcorn." Absently.

Sam snickers. "That's why they have room service. Want something to drink, while we're at it?"

Beat.

"In a manner of speaking."