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[As night falls, anyone near the northern edge of the village might spot a figure slowly limping his way towards the southern reaches of town, headed towards House 25. Closer observation will reveal that it's Arumat, battered and bleeding and dragging his right leg as he doggedly trudges on in silence. There's a makeshift splint on his injured leg; the pants leg beneath it is flattened and soaked with blood from an unknown injury. It's obvious that he's in pretty bad shape. However, any offers of help will likely be met with an angry glare... he's focused on one thing and one thing alone, and that's getting back home.

Of course, Arumat being Arumat, he won't announce his return once he reaches the house. Instead, he'll drag himself to the couch in the living room, where he'll collapse, too exhausted and in too much pain to manage the trek from it to his own room.

... and yes, he left a nice blood trail from the door to the couch. Have fun cleaning that up, Myuria and Draco.]

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If you think you can take advantage of me while I'm like this, you'd do well to think again.

[But not quick enough to get him to stop being prickly.]

[...Okay, she has to stop and laugh at that.]

Is that what you really want, Arumat? To come home all bloody and battered in hopes that I'd throw myself at you?

[... that's not the kind of "taking advantage of" he meant, Myuria. 8|]

What?

[It's Myuria! That's always the kind of "taking advantage of" men mean.]

You know what I'm talking about.

[And this is Arumat, who had no sex drive at all until a couple of months ago.]

I'm not a slave to my base instincts, unlike some.

[Myuria does that to people. Welcome to puberty!]

Then what would you call that?

[Only ten years late!]

You twisted my words.

[Death can do that to puberty.]

But you're the one accusing me of taking advantage of you.

That's not what I meant and you know it.

[Myuria looks at him skeptically.]

What did you mean?

I meant coercing things out of me while I wasn't aware of what I was saying.

I'm a little busy at the moment.

Not too busy to keep on talking to me.

You'd bleed to death all over the couch if I was stopping to think of anything worth talking about.

Death himself isn't going to go down that easily.

[But he's definitely not looking too good, and that leg is a bloody mess beneath that splint.]

Really. So the blood's just for show? I'm a bit disappointed. [And here guys, have a Draco stepping out from the shadows of the hallway. From the looks of it, he's been there for a while and though he's wrinkling his nose in disgust at all of the blood, he's still curious.] The hell happened to you?

He wanted to get rid of the couch. [Oh thank goodness, it's a little dose of sanity and snark. If she's going to be healing for a while, she might as well enjoy herself some.]

[Arumat shifts again to turn to get a better look at Draco, only to end up putting a little too much weight on his bad leg, which draws a snarled curse and causes him to blanch.]

Damn--!

[Draco Malfoy is not impressed.] Stop moving, you're just going to agitate it. [Really, he doesn't have a right to be talking like this since he was just in this situation two weeks ago, but so what? He's going to wander closer, withdrawing his wand from his pajamas pants' pocket and working on a cleaning spell on the floor.] How's the healing process?

Listen to him, Arumat. [Myuria is pushing his chest so that he stays put on the couch.] I've managed to stop the bleeding, but you can see how cooperative my patient is.

I wasn't moving.

[I was shifting, there's a difference. And get your hand off my chest, Myuria.]

Right, and I'm not British. [He's just going to go about cleaning the floor before turning and pointing his wand at Arumat's chest.] If you really need me to, I can temporarily paralyze him.

That would be great. [She gives Arumat a stern look.] Either you can be still and cooperate, or we can do this the hard way and I'll stop you in case you try to retaliate. You're getting healed tonight, and that's that.

....

[Okay, Arumat is going to preserve what little dignity he has left and lie still, partly because it just plain hurts to move around much and partly because he doesn't have the energy to do so. That will likely change if anyone touches his leg, however.]

[Draco's just going to smirk and lean against the back of the couch, keeping his wand pointed at Arumat anyway just in case.] Good choice. [He'll look toward Myuria then.] What's left?

... THAT WASN'T ON PURPOSE

FREUDIAN SLIP

OKAY, I ADMIT, I WAS TOTALLY THINKING ABOUT ARUMAT'S NUTS

AND HOW OFTEN DOES THAT HAPPEN?

... SOMETIMES. OCCASIONALLY.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

>8|

:3

Evil.

Muwhahaha!

:B

XP

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...we should probably just presume she's been healing this entire time.

... yeah, we probably should XD

ohai fancy meeting you two here.

y halo thar

GET OUT. 8|

B-BUT I JUST WANTED TO HELP DX

YOU ARE ALREADY HELPING BB

Arumat does not acknowledge your help. >8|

Well Arumat's a big dummy :|

Myuria acknowledges it and that's what matters!

Neverrrrrrrrr /cliffs

.../soooooob