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Yugo's been sniffling and sneezing for a day or two now, and running a fever, and so has mostly kept to his room.

It's only when he woke up this morning that he (Yugo? Sora? He's not wholly sure at this point) started wondering why he wasn't clean-shaven, and why he was dressed in these weird red rags. He made a point of shaving, and straightening out his hair, and finding a proper (but flattering, naturally) white silk shirt and a smart pair of dress trousers.

He stops at the Bar, sniffling a little and rubbing at his nose with a handkerchief. "Duuuuuu - ..." He blinks, shaking his head slightly, and starts tracing languid spirals on the bartop with one finger. "Ahem. Miss Bar. Might I have a glass of water?"

Bar provides, and he gulps down about half of it immediately.

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"Everybody has the flu here today," commments the slightly sloppy guy in jeans and a hoodie who's sitting nearby, alternatingly sneezing and drinking a hot toddy.

Jacob is feeling better, well enough to be down in the bar and watch people while his flu is running its natural course.

Ugh, just Sora's luck. Brought low by viruses and an enclosed space with lots of people.

"How lovely," he remarks with as much dry dignity as one can when snuffling into a handkerchief.

"Yes," Jacob says, smiling up at him.

"Harsh," Sora says, before squinting. A little woozily: "I mean - ugh, maybe I should just stay in my room until this is done. Only thing worse than having the flu is watching everyone else have it."

"Hey, there's always schadenfreude if you want something to amuse yourself," Jacob suggests. "And some people here are rather handsome."

He looks to where the hunk from the other day and an almost identical hunk are having a hunk-off.

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Lazily, absently twirling some hair around his finger: "Not my type. They look like they'd spend half the time bragging about their cars," beat. "Are they brothers?"

Because if they are, the height difference is very strange.

"I have no idea," Jacob says. "The other day, there was only one of them. He was buttoned up all the way. Helpful but a bit awkward and shy."

Sora eyes both of them.

Dryly: "... Maybe he becomes more confident the more clothes he loses."

"Or he loses clothes as he gets more confident," Jacob says. "I think the one that took me upstairs was the one with the scars. Without the sideburns."

"The tall one," Sora supplies helpfully.

"Yes, him," Jacob says. "He got very flustered when I assured him I had no intentions towards him. He's a hunk, even with all the scars, but I'm taken."

"Yugo," says the concerned superteen in blue and yellow, "you don't look so hot, man. You feeling okay?"

It is definitely Yugo - he has the gold disk grafted onto his wrist - but Yugo has probably never willingly dressed in that overtly posh a manner in his life, and the look he gives Invincible is less 'Yugo-oid enthusiasm' and more 'coolly assessing'.

"Sora, du - ..." He pauses, blinking. Then he lifts his chin. "Amakami Sora. I don't believe I know you."

That last word is said with the very clear implication of 'You are an ant compared to me' and 'but I approve of the tight spandex'. The effect is rather ruined by the mucus-y cough that follows.

The goggles hide the squint, but there's a moment where Invincible studies Yugo carefully. "Ooookay," he says, carefully. "I'm gonna say you're probably not feeling okay. Maybe you should go see the doctor?" He gestures in the general direction of the infirmary.

Sora sneezes into a handkerchief, making a mild, disgusted noise.

"I'm fine, I just have a cold," he protests. "What are you meant to be, anyway? Some kind of cosplayer? One of those ..." He waves a hand vaguely. "... Wrestlers?"

They wear spandex, right?

"Yugo, come on, man," Invincible says, concern evident in his voice. "It's me, Invincible. Your fellow superhero."

He blinks a little.

"Duuuuude, hero fiv - ..." Yugo starts, before getting cut off by another mucus-y cough. When it clears, he's back to coolly assessing again: "Ugh. Cosplayer, then. Although I won't say I'm not flattered by being a fellow superhero."

Invincible sighs, and Yugo/Sora is treated to what it looks like when someone in mirrored goggles rolls their eyes. "Dude," he says flatly, and then levitates, six inches off the ground. "Superhero. As you know, because you're one too." He gestures to the thing on Yugo's wrist. "A Rider."

Man, he hopes this is temporary. Because if Yugo's been mind-boogied, it's gonna suck. Invincible's no good with mind control.

Sora peers at Invincible's hovering, and really feels like he should be surprised, and he doesn't know why he's not.

"Oh, yeah - yes," he mumbles, before stifling a cough behind one hand. "... I forgot." He blinks a little.

At Invincible's gesture, his gaze flicks to the gold disk, as if he hadn't seen it before.

"I repeat," Invincible says, "you look terrible. You should go talk to the doctor." Invincible's not really worried about being sick. He's not even sure he can get sick. But the Bar is crowded and Mark's seen the flu go through a high school before. He reaches out and gently turns his friend toward the infirmary.

"You're maybe right," Sora/Yugo remarks a little blearily, still staring at the disk on his arm. "I do feel a little fuzzy."

After a moment's thought, he absently reaches down to the disk, twisting it one way and then the other, then turning it one-hundred-and-eighty degrees.

The mechanical voice that issues from it sounds just as blocked up with mucus and sinus-ache as Yugo does. "Ugh ... um ... Melon Arms ..."

"Um," says Invincible, "is it supposed to say that?" Because, while he's a barbaric Westerner, he's pretty sure that melons have nothing to do with the Phoenix.

"I'm ..." Yugo blinks at the disk, momentarily snapped out of his own delusions. "... Not sure."

He slides the disk back to its starting position, then rotates it back around again. It makes a loud, mechanical coughing noise. Then: "Weather."

Pause. Reset. Rotate. "Ugh ... Durian Arms."

Reset. Rotate. With the bitter sound of someone who is very sick and keeps being prodded: "Bite."

Invincible suddenly feels like someone who is standing dangerously close to a live bomb. "Yugo," he suggests, "maybe we should leave it alone for a bit. It kinda sounds pissed off."

"Last One," the disk growls, just before it registers to Yugo what Invincible said. With some reluctance, he stops playing with it, taking a moment to blink at Invincible, crinkling his forehead as he tries to reconcile two very different identities.

"Du-de," he says very slowly, as if the word sounds wrong on his tongue. "You're probably right."

"Yeah. Let's go see who's in the Infirmary." Invincible gives the gold disk a wary glance, like you might give a dog that might, conceivably, be rabid, and guides his friend towards the medical facility.

[OOC: We can fade here, if you like. I'm not sure who plays which doctors.]

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