Lisa
When they were offered some beef jerky, they'd raise an eyebrow at that. "I don't really... I have a diet to follow- I like keeping myself slim and..." They had many reasons for their diet and choice of lifestyle, though they'd rather not fully divulge all of that information. "Just keep that. Meat isn't on the table right now." It was _literally_ not on the table, but it wasn't figuratively on it. They hoped the rejection of their little gift was alright. They _ate_ meat, sure, but only in limited and controlled quantities. 

Levi would deadpan at that answer, humming. "So you're telling me that I made you freak out and _bleed_, just because I made fun of your snazzy cosplay outfit? Okay." Regardless, they didn't really want to continue that topic. They gave Vance an opportunity to expand the conversation with an open-ended question, but was met with a rather limited answer that they couldn't really comment about. 

"Right then... Umm... Did you need anything from me? I was kinda sleeping there..."
Marsha
Their response about his outfit made his mouth go dry. He doesn't say anything else about it since this is his own preference of wearing his suit during classes. It was most likely his ears that he hates people joking about.

After listening to them explain their diet which makes him shrug. "I can't have sugar all the time... Sweets don't agree with me." He said, a small bead of sweat sliding down his temple. "Thought you wanted to trade."

Vance internally scoffed at himself for the misunderstanding. 

His elven ear flickered in annoyance. "No... Not really... But I think I need to go to the hospital.." His mouth turned into a perfect straight line when he stated that fact. Then he begins to stand up from his chair. His vision blurred for a few seconds before he regained focus. "You can go nap... I need... To.." His head was hurting again when he felt claws dragging across his brain. "Be elsewhere..."

He looked like someone who was exhausted and was falling ill.
Lisa
Well, they weren't taking their KitKat back. They just stared, making sure they _knew_ that they should just take the chocolate bar. Someone had to take it. 

Levi thought that they would be able to just leave gracefully- at the minimum, normally. However, it was evident that Vance wasn't feeling so good. They didn't look too great, appearing rather sluggish. Their words were slurred and it appeared to take considerable strain for them to even finish whatever sentences they could mutter out. Evans would reach for Vance's hand and pull them in, glaring at them.

"Don't _move_ moron. You're sick- so just sit down. I'm going to call the infirmary..."

If Vance chose to pull away, the smaller 5'6" Individual would not have the capability to hold them down. They'd be dragged along cartoonishly. If Vance _actually_ fell, they would probably get crushed as well. Levi attempted to glare with intensity, yet blend in a touch of sincerity. They didn't mean any harm. They just wanted to make sure that Vance didn't do anything utterly stupid.

If Vance would sit, they'd let go of their hand.

Meanwhile, they'd use their other hand to reach for their smartphone, scrolling through their contacts.

"What's the number of the infirmary here?"
Marsha
He nearly tipped over from Evan pulling him back that almost caused him to step back into them. The other would discover that he was a bit underweight, making him lighter than he appeared to be. His hand would feel slightly rough from calluses building up from working hard as a janitor for the school. 

Vance could barely hear what the kid was saying when they spoke out muffled sentences. 

*"Don't moron... Sick... Infirmary..."* Was what he heard when he was now being ushered towards the chair. Now he's beginning to see red from blood started to well up by his eye. Vance blinked it away but it only got worse. So he ends up closing it with his hand covering it. 

Nope. Stubborn and prideful, he kept moving forward with Evan being dragged along like a ragdoll. "I... I can do this myself... Now let go!" And as he attempts to pry the pink hoodie kid off with his other hand, a wave of nausea crashes down onto Vance. His steps staggered before his knees buckled underneath him. Of course, not meaning to crush and use poor Evan when his consciousness slipped. At least the elf would smell rather nice: citrus bodywash.


When his visions cleared, he spots Evan scrolling through their contact list. He heard them mentioning about an infirmary which made him groan. "There's no... Infirmary here... Those cheap... Bastards.." 

He rolled himself off from Evan with his hand covering his bleeding eye again, attempting to sit up. "Just call... The teacher or ambulance.."