[SO INITIALLY when Allura arrives home, she's clearly feeling fine and dandy. Or at least, as fine as she can be.
But then the next day following the explosion hits. Announcements of contamination and sickness have been made. Allura waking up vargas later than she usually does, with a slight throb of a full body ache, a scratching throat, feeling a few degrees warmer than normal.
The mice seem concerned, picking up on her illness immediately, but she brushes the two mice's concerns away. She'd get dressed, but after a late breakfast once she gets her bearings together. Because obviously she'll feel bad upon first waking up, but it's merely a small cold, nothing more.
Still, she opens her door slowly, peeking out to make sure neither Lance or Keith or already out and about in the main room of their flat, before heading towards the kitchen.
Unfortunately for her, the moment she reaches the fridge to open and grab herself some of that large, citrusy drink she had purchased a few days ago, she turns her head and coughs loudly, and raspily, into her arm.]
action; next day bs
But then the next day following the explosion hits. Announcements of contamination and sickness have been made. Allura waking up vargas later than she usually does, with a slight throb of a full body ache, a scratching throat, feeling a few degrees warmer than normal.
The mice seem concerned, picking up on her illness immediately, but she brushes the two mice's concerns away. She'd get dressed, but after a late breakfast once she gets her bearings together. Because obviously she'll feel bad upon first waking up, but it's merely a small cold, nothing more.
Still, she opens her door slowly, peeking out to make sure neither Lance or Keith or already out and about in the main room of their flat, before heading towards the kitchen.
Unfortunately for her, the moment she reaches the fridge to open and grab herself some of that large, citrusy drink she had purchased a few days ago, she turns her head and coughs loudly, and raspily, into her arm.]