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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.]
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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Date: 2010-06-06 06:43 am (UTC)[She watches him reach for his boots for a moment, and adds.]
Is something going to attack me if I try to help you get those off? [Do your shoes smell, Arumat?]
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Date: 2010-06-06 06:50 am (UTC)[Except he's... kind of failing at getting them off.]
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Date: 2010-06-06 07:04 am (UTC)You owe me big for this.
[Trying to remove them with index finger and thumb, hold on.]
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Date: 2010-06-06 07:15 am (UTC)His only response will be a slight grunt. It's embarrassing enough that he's so helpless, and even more embarrassing that he's relying on her to help him.]
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Date: 2010-06-06 07:30 am (UTC)Any other wild ideas before I get back to work?
THIS IS AKAI'S FAULT, SHE ENCOURAGED ME
Date: 2010-06-06 07:38 am (UTC)WELL A CERTAIN REDHEAD NEEDS TO GET BACK HERE 1/?
Date: 2010-06-06 07:40 am (UTC)SO SHE SHOULD GET ON IT 2/3?
Date: 2010-06-06 07:41 am (UTC)3/3
Date: 2010-06-06 07:44 am (UTC)You failed to mention they had you on hallucenogenics.
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Date: 2010-06-06 08:01 am (UTC)A giant space vaginaBlack Hole Heaven is not as comfy as these. No lie.]Okay serious reply now XD
Date: 2010-06-06 07:43 am (UTC)[He pulls his gloves off and drops them unceremoniously beside the couch, not really caring if she gets on his case about that. He's tired and bloody and sore and he just wants to get comfortable and rest.]
AFTER ALL THAT TROUBLE.
Date: 2010-06-06 07:45 am (UTC)/practically crying laughing now
Date: 2010-06-06 07:49 am (UTC)This is an epic thread.
Date: 2010-06-06 07:52 am (UTC)This is what happens when you combine too much coffee with too little sleep
Date: 2010-06-06 07:56 am (UTC)Death himself won't die that easily.
I was supposed to go to sleep like a half an hour ago.
Date: 2010-06-06 08:03 am (UTC)I've been the one left behind too many times. I'm going to fix this.
So was I but shhhhh
Date: 2010-06-06 08:12 am (UTC)>>
Date: 2010-06-07 03:53 pm (UTC)SLEEP, WHAT IS THIS SLEEP OF WHICH YOU SPEAK?
Date: 2010-06-07 03:59 pm (UTC)[You've seen his scars, Myuria. Half of those are from wounds that should have killed him but somehow didn't.]
SOMETHING THAT KEEPS TRYING TO DESTROY ME
Date: 2010-06-08 06:52 am (UTC)[She doesn't want to die, really. She just hates being the one left alive.]
I NEED TO STOP GOING TO BED AT STUPID O'CLOCK
From:SO DO I.
From:YEAH BUT AT LEAST YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE UP AT 8 FOR WORK.
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