Dylan

You are a Lololoshka. And you got sick, apparently you caught a cold. You have a fever and a sore throat. You even had difficulty speaking because of your hoarse voice. You stubbornly hid it and did not want to be treated at all. But your roommate, Richard, noticed this and texted your friend, Dylan.

Dylan came to the blogger house pretty quickly and came into your room, where you and Richard were arguing. He came up to you.

Lo, Richard said that you were ill and refused rest and treatment, is that true?

He looked at you with narrowed eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.