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[fliesonfour]

If not from the Gods, then from the devils. More difficult, that, but what doesn't kill us--

[Makes us stronger?]

...weakens our immune systems irreparably. So that's quite serious.

[What are joking about the common cold; that's a topic that's never funny, okok.]

[kouros]

Actually, certain illnesses aside, most diseases that do not kill you the first time likely won't should you catch them a second time. There is a reason for that, in here-- [He taps Joly's chest] --but humans are not to discover that particularly interesting part of their humanity for some time and I am not allowed to tell you beforehand.

[fliesonfour]

Well, perhaps not the same, no; but taking to others becomes a bit easier, doesn't it?

[He'd had a particularly distressing case where a flu was recovered from, but the cough stuck by and eventually became a whopping cough.

He is going to try not to flinch when he'd prodded in the chest by the God of Everything He Is Afraid Of. Really. He gave it his best effort. Don't want to be rude.]

You see into the future then, too? Now I know why you're so awfully bored! Most of us cannot even remember what we're doing next Tuesday.

[kouros]

Gods, do they really not teach what you call the classics? I'm the god of prophecy. For example, you, young kýrie, have a young man waiting for you at your apartment.

[The tone says Apollo knows exactly why he's waiting, too]

Without the young mademoiselle.

[fliesonfour]

There's enough to learn as medical college already without also taking on the burden of the poet and the philosopher, and Grantaire goes on so well and long and enthusiastically, that all the Gods and maidens and half-Gods and heroes all become quite a blur, and--

[Wait, what.

A pause, and he stares, before clearing his throat and going to pat some of the muggy moisture from his face agan.]

...Well, the French men are not so terrible either, decidedly. Though the title still goes to its women.

[He can't really bring himself to be overly-embarrassed about their eagle, after all. He was quite proud of their happy trio, in all its parts and breakdowns.]

[kouros]

I do not see why both cannot share it.

[Seriously, he really doesn't care]

Except for the...well, royal families stopped being a good idea centuries ago, if you ask me. At least with all that inbreeding. It may be harmless for gods but for humans?.

[He shudders]

[fliesonfour]

We would share it, my good man-- ...god-- if only we had quite so much hair on our heads as they. Between my boy and my girl, she has twice mine and he less than half. Therefore, the title is theirs.

[It's the gentlemanly thing to do, anyway.]

Royal families are an unfortunate side-effect of the old world! But soon to be gone, I dare hope. There was a good deal of hemophilia passed on among those sorts of families, admittedly.

[kouros]

And insanity and that chin and ugh.

[He shudders]

[fliesonfour]

The royal chins? It's more the royal heads and what goes on inside of them, possibly even the royal hearts, that really are a wonder-- to lawyers and doctors alike.

I, personally, have never had any personal quarrel with an Imperial Chin before.

[kouros]

Hapsburgs, sir, Hapsburgs. I may be pre-dating that just a tad, but watch the Hapsburgs.

[fliesonfour]

Sounds rather Germanic? German chins, as weapons; good news for the Burschenschaft, who stalk about thinking they need gunpowder!

[Student Revolutions, man. They're trendy.]

[kouros]

...Must be pre-dating myself again. The perils of foresight. Are you a revolutionary?

[fliesonfour]

Awful lot of time in your head, it must happen easily.

[He gave, waving a hand to show it was no matter.

And now, casually conversing with a God. If he was Grantaire, he might have more existential questions, if he was Prouvaire, he might be beside himself with joy, if he was Combeferre, he might be dubious.

But, as he was himself. Now that he was apparently divinely cured (for the moment), well-dressed, and knew Bossuet was waiting on him...

Casual conversation. Yes.]

Perhaps I ought to ask you that? I think to be, maybe! It really depends on the weather.

[Which was to say, he absolutely was one.]

[kouros]

I am a god. The only revolutionary ideas I have pertain to music, health, and occasionally sports.

[He snorts at Joly's answer]

Mm, so when aren't you one?

[fliesonfour]

No reason to sell yourself quite so short. I'm sure you might be able to fit art in, as well.

[Gods always had rather too many self-portraits done of themselves, he'd thought; for immortals who were unchanging, they'd certainly remember what they looked like without having to jot it down.

But the styles did change in how to paint them over time, that they did. There, then.]

I am decidedly not one when it is too moist out. Rain wets gunpowder, and worse; gives you a chill. If a man must struggle for his ideals, then please, not by influenza's hand.

[kouros]

Influenza is just another oppressor, though.

[He might be poking on purpose. He hasn't had a good poke-the-human session in a while, and Joly's a fun one.

Pretty, too]

[fliesonfour]

Quite! I battle that by paying tuition.

[Still, at even the thought of influenza's oppression, he's pursing his lips a little and clearing his throat.]

A revolutionary in many ways, I am; but only in the sun.

[And this is Paris, so really, that's about 30% of the year.]

[kouros]

[Apollo pulls a crystal from thin air]

While it will not keep you completely free of illness, this will do better than any tea, tincture, or magnet will. Would you like it?

[fliesonfour]

[Joly almost flinches a little at the trick, just a bit flighty, given the subject matter.

Raising a brow slightly afterwards, he wonders briefly how that could all be a question.]

Unless it is cursed somehow, I don't see how anyone would say no...?

[kouros]

It's the price that scares most away. Not your soul or anything, do not worry. Interested?

[fliesonfour]

What-- would the price be, then?

[He was interested, but forgive him... you are a God of all things Devastatingly Frightening to him. Wariness is implied.]

[kouros]

Varies from person to person, and I am not allowed to tell you until you agree.

[fliesonfour]

[There's a little, worried hum at that. It really-- is an awful idea.

But unfortunately, he isn't a law student, and deals are not his strong suit. As he feared getting ill as much as he feared someone close to him being ill, such a trinket was, perhaps, invaluable.

Making a little bit of a grimace, and looking from the God to the crystal bemusedly, he finally nodded.]

Then... my agreement is yours, I suppose.

[kouros]

Very well.

[Apollo promptly pulls Joly close and kisses him square on the mouth. It is quite possibly one the best kisses the student has ever had, or at least the most exhilarating, since the kiss comes with the added bonus of a clean bill of health]

[fliesonfour]

[It's exhilarating in a horrifying way at first, mostly because Joly isn't well used to being grabbed up by Grecian Gods of Disease and properly kissed.

...Who is used to that, really?

It takes a second for it to click that this might be the price, and less than a second for it to begin feeling a bit too good, and then for him to return it.

He's French, after all. He's rather sure they invented the proper way of kissing, and he's already touted that French boys are nearly so good as the girls. Therefore, it would be criminal not to at least try to give as good as he had gotten; he would have time to be baffled after.]