@gcdhole continued .
dennis picks up the phone out of sheer curiosity – which switches into disappointed displeasure as soon as juju speaks. “ oh, ew, fuck no. you sound like you already croaked and i am not catching whatever you have. not happening, juju. unlike the rest of you dickwads, my physical well-being is crucial for everyone else’s prosperity. i am the one holding this shitshow together. sorry, you are on your own. ”
he hangs up the phone, not waiting for an answer. nods to himself, pleased with how he handled the troublesome situation. – with that being said, dennis barges through the front door to juju’s apartment not more than an hour later. wearing one of those anti-contamination suits, walks further inside as if there was a big, person-shaped bacteria hiding behind the corner, waiting to punch him out cold. “ oh, this is vile. i can smell your gross germs through this goddamn thing, juju. you could at least crack a window open, get some airflow going. unbelievable. ”
this is the first thing that dennis does – opens the windows to let some fresh air into the apartment. then, walking even further inside, he looks around for the source of his frustration – in the back of his mind, dennis really hopes that she didn’t actually kick the bucket. finding the body wouldn’t look good on him, considering the reputation he’s sporting already. “ i know i said that i wouldn’t help you – and, don’t worry, this is not about it at all. ”
finally, he finds her. stops right at the door to her bedroom with a disgruntled expression. “ oh my god, you look exceptionally unattractive. see, no, we can’t have that. the whole group dynamic is in shambles and it is a pain to deal with. i need you up and running, juju. ” arms crossed over his chest, dennis gives her a pointed look. “ have you taken any meds ?? ”
she doesn’t even have the energy to roll her eyes as hard as she wants to in that exact moment . “ oh , shut the fuck up ! ” juju exclaims miserably . “ i don’t want to kick the bucket just because you’re an asshole . ” she knows she’s self centered , heavily so , but dennis really tends to take the cake in that matter and what is usually just endearingly annoying now seems like it could easily decide between life or death for her . goddamnit , if she had just gotten some friends with the slightest capacity for empathy !
there’s that telling click on the other side of the line and she lets her head fall back into the pillow . it feels like days or maybe weeks later when the front door opens and juju lets out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding . even if it’s a burglar , they could at least hand her an aspirin and some water . “ god , i love you . no kidding , ” she says the moment she identifies the voice as belonging to none other than dennis . she hadn’t had too much hope that he would show up but she’s probably just been mistaken in her assumptions that all her friends suck big time , they don’t always and she’s so unbelievably glad to hear dennis in this very moment . “ i’m dying here and all you care about is the airflow , open a fucking window if it makes you happy . ”
eyes closing as she feels a gentle gust of wind , she assumes he’s done exactly that . not even the increasingly miserable feeling taking over her body can keep her from letting out a croaking laugh at dennis’ appearance which is tainted by one of those awful diy hazmat suits charlie’s mom made . “ no , i’m definitely not under the impression that you actually care , of course not , ” juju chuckles and then , as if as punishment for her words , almost hacks up a lung . she fucking hates being sick .
it’s truly exceptional how delusional he can be though , as if she would ever , under any circumstances , be even a little bit unattractive . “ i look fantastic , you asshole ! like those fancy victorian bitches dying of stress or whatever ! i’m a classy medieval lady succumbing gracefully to a horrific illness ! ” another coughing fit interrupts her but only briefly as there is nothing that could reliably shut juju up for longer than five minutes . “ when exactly would you have liked me to take anything ? while i was asleep or while i was dying ? ”
