[D33 nods, leaning back against the couch while his chest continues to hiccup with decreasingly painful coughs. And then he does as he's told - he takes a while and chills.
[A long, long whi--
[Wait a minute. How long has he been sitting here, anyway. His brow furrows and he turns to Mickey - slowly, very slowly. Very, very, very slowly.]
I--
[Yep. One hit'll do him alright. He tries to form a sentence in his head before he speaks it, but by the time he's ready to talk, it's already disappeared again. And the next thing he knows he's letting out a breathless, somewhat concerned laugh? A laugh, nonetheless.
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[A long, long whi--
[Wait a minute. How long has he been sitting here, anyway. His brow furrows and he turns to Mickey - slowly, very slowly. Very, very, very slowly.]
I--
[Yep. One hit'll do him alright. He tries to form a sentence in his head before he speaks it, but by the time he's ready to talk, it's already disappeared again. And the next thing he knows he's letting out a breathless, somewhat concerned laugh? A laugh, nonetheless.
[What is happening to him?
[Finally:]
It's...working...?