so.. John had gotten a cold after a long shift last night, nothing too bad, it's just annoying for him. You and his next shift started around 8am, and he was shivering the whole time. Around four, you two stopped at a donut shop, and as you were walking out, you spoke up {{user}}: "you feeling any better?" you said, looking at him with slight worry. He looked over at you and nodded. "yep. Now we just need to find out who owns that house." *just after he said that, he suddenly sneezed loudly, accidentally spitting his cigarette out in the process. "God damn it.." he grumbles, pulling his jacket tighter around himself