Tagging: Ernst Robel and Ilse Neumann nightstoanotherball Time: Wednesday, 12:00 p.m. Place: Care unit General Notes: Ernst skips school to go to his most hated place, thanks Ilse.
The brunet pulled his bag from the car, slamming the car door afterwards. “Thanks, Claud!” He...
Ernst gave a quick look around, not entirely sure on how to phrase what he wanted to say. "It's very... er..." The hospital really needed to get new televisions, Ernst had decided; was that dinosaur even in colour? "It's very white."
He dropped his bag at his feet, stiffly moving to sit in the chair, who knows who was in it before him? Sick people, coughing into their hands, putting those germy hands onto the arms, ugh, gross. "Of course I came," the corner of Ernst's mouth quirked up in a weak attempt at a grin. "I thought about how unbearably gloomy life would seem without me and thought, 'y'know, Ernst Röbel shouldn't subject anyone to that kind of torture' and now here I am!"
He considered taking her hands, she was his friend after all, but after he thought of the consequences of getting sick again, he decided against it; he knew Ilse wasn't sick-sick, of course, but she could still have been carrying germs and viruses and ugh. Did it even work like that? Ernst didn't know, and frankly, didn't want to know. "Has anyone else stopped by yet?"
