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Zoey’s sneeze echoed across the penthouse. “Man, this totally gets in the way of couch time!” She wrapped herself in more blankets, essentially becoming a lumpy blanket burrito.
“But you’re on the couch right now.” Mira muttered.
“This is different! Couch time isn’t the same when you’re sick!” She pouted, only digging herself further into the mound of colored fabrics.
“…Can’t argue with that.”
“We’re on break at least.” Rumi began, bringing over more snacks and tea. “So just take it easy, and drink up.” Rumi laid next to the blanket mountain, resting her head on it. Mira followed suit.