Dark walked outside and decided to sit down. He shivered a little. Google came out and scanned him.
"Hey! I told you not to do that!"
"You have a fever of 102.3°F."
"I didn't ask. Do not tell anyone. Especially Y/n."
"I should call someone..."
"What did I just say?"
His lights blinked and he played a recording. "I didn't ask. Do not tell anyone. Especially Y/n."
"Why are you recording everything I say?"
"In case someone asks what you said."
"Yeah? Well erase this conversation from your memory. And don't scan me."
There was a little bit of beeping, then he left.
"Finally..." Then Y/n came out. "Oh! Uh... hey."
"Fresh air helping?"
"Uh— Hahp’ishxt! ...Well, I thought it was..."
"Bless you. Need a tissue?"
"I do not need a... ti-IHZchew!"
"Bless you. Sounds like you do. Also, ironic how the word 'tissue' sounds like a sneeze."
"I didn't ask. Also, I didn't need you to point that out, I already knew."
"You're shivering."
Shit, I am.
"That's because it's cold."
"...You're cold?"
"...I'm having an off day."
"...Whatever you say."
"I'm going inside."
"You do that. I'm gonna stay out here for a while."
"Okay." Dark left to go inside, stifling two rapid sneezes.