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“Just tired, Lando. Leave it.”
“Nuh uh,” Lando goaded, leaning closer to peer into Oscar’s (admittedly redder and blearier than usual) eyes. “There’s somethin’ going on.” “Lando,” Oscar warned, shuffling uncomfortably. He liked Lando, but when he was like this he was difficult to handle. He was like a puppy a few months too young to understand personal boundaries, constantly nosing at you and insisting on attention. Whatever had chosen Oscar as victim for the day combined with high-energy Lando was not a good mix.
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When Oscar's under the weather, Lando insists on driving him home and looking after him. It doesn't end so well, and the role end up being reversed.
Sicktember Day 12













