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Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Peezza

-Tecus

-French Freees

-Seled

-Ceke-a

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John looks miserable.

"No. Sorry."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron sighs and pushes John's glass and plate back towards him. "I'm just going to ask this one more time," he says softly, but firmly. It's not an ultimatum, he's just getting worried. "What's going on, John?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," he answers honestly. "I just need to stay in my damn room."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Why?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

He just shakes his head again.

"I should go. This isn't good. If you...Aeryn knows what's going on. I don't know."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Which really doesn't help with the whole worrying. "Eat first?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head again.

"You can have my share. Not up to eating right now."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Thanks." Even if his own appetiate might be failing on him as well. "I've got something you might like. I'll show you tomorrow if you're up for it?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

He shrugs one shoulder.

"Maybe. Catch you later, man."

And he leaves, still swatting at places near his shoulders and ears.