 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
"Achooooooo!!"
Tino jumped back, startled out of his reverie. "God bless you," he told the man in the portrait, who was burying his face in a handkerchief. He studied it quietly for a moment. "You have purple spots on your face, " he said finally.
"Thank you for your keen observation!" snapped the pox-man, refolding his handkerchief and blowing. SNIIIIIRK.
Tino stepped back again, wondering if it was possible to catch deadly viruses from a painting. He could swear he felt the moisture from that last one. "You should really see a doctor for that," he advised. "Have you tried hot chicken soup? Or how about nasal spray?"
"Oh thanks. In five hundred years, I hadn't thought of that," pox-man scowled, rolling his eyes.
"Wow, really?" Tino was impressed by the guy's lack of focus. Maybe he was even worse than Tino. It gave him a slight glimmer of hope. "Say, I've always been curious. If I painted something new into your frame, would you be able to use it? Or would it block that part of the painting like a brick wall, since it wasn't part of the original spell?"
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |