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kingdomsofrain2016-12-01 03:31 am
byanyname) wrote in kingdomsofrain2016-12-01 03:31 am
tfln open post
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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.
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Bring me a drink and whatever hash you can snag from Renault. THAT'S what the fuck you owe me. Bring it on over, be a good lad
'Cuddles.' I need a fuckin shower jesus shit
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One: they don't like to share (with you).
Two: neither of us are possessed of money in quantity such that we would deign to share hard-earned narco of any sort with the third in our trio who has the means by which one might acquire more. (And does not because he doesn't want to get out of his comfortable chair, I imagine?)
Three: I might be diverted from such a holy quest as this by the temptation to seek cuddles with Rin, as you've rejected my very charming advances.
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Fuck off I'm not even IN my chair. Ever occur to you, Wilkes, that maybe I'm trying to do us all a favor? Yeah that Darius is SUCH a prick, trying to keep from gashing blood all over the floor. Such a piece of shit, tryin to keep the stains contained to HIS shitty square of carpet
Booze.
Weed.
Maybe a bandage or whatever's fkin available
I'll give you the fucking money. Jesus, don't be a prude
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D a r i u s.
Why are you bleeding on the apartment?
An amendment: why are you bleeding on the apartment AGAIN?
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Apartment's here I'm here, this is my blood drink it the fuck up free ticket to everlasting life
Everlasting carpet til I have it ripped out
Anyway apartment doesn't want blood, it shouldn't be here. Make you a deal, bring the shit I'll keep quiet for a whole hour, you can do what you want with the hash-hoarder
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Will I need to beg the car keys off the hash-hoarder?
Before you snipe, I'm looking for bandages.
And, yes, my emergency stash.
Good friend, me.
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I'LL sleep it off, fuck
[ Does Darius remember how his leg ended up with a sizable gash, or where the piece or three of glass came from? Nope. Nope, and nope, and he's not gonna fuck around with bothering to work it out. It's fine. It'll heal thyself, sure. Sure, Sen, that's right. ]
Not squeamish are you? Nah, seen you with worse
Okay friend, you.
GOOD friend when you get in here
Friends let friends bleed in bliss
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And about the blood, all right, yes.
I found duct tape. Is this an injury solved by duct tape and gauze? Otherwise we two are going on a jaunt together.
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Fuckin like a little blood ever killed anyone
Nah just drop the shit, get in get out. Not in a mood to drive, and YOU can't hold a wheel worth a fuck. Sooner put my life in the hands of a fully-baked tortoise
[ ... ]
Unrelated question any broken windows lying about?
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If you won't drive without a tortoise, you'll succumb to less dubious ministrations.
[...]
Windows.
Tweezers, too, then?
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Fckin got the glass out already. On the floor, step light
lmfao unless you want to join comrade Darius for ten oclock triage
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[ Explains why his room's so fuckin cold right now, huh. ]
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l m f a o and so on.
[ Not a moment later, Senan bustles in with all the amenities of half-assed triage: duct tape, gauze, Everclear, and the requested hash, which he tosses at Darius, hoping to hit the other man in the face. ]
Hand out, let's have it.
[ And. ]
Fuck me, how's it so cold in -
[ Oh. ]
Fucking Christ, Darius, not again.
[ With a curled lip and baffled eyes, he gestures towards the broken window with the liquor. ]
You keep breaking it outward, Super's eventually going to realize no one's breaking in, y'daft shit.
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Please. Darius rolls his eyes, pushes back at the bedframe he's propped himself against. ]
's where you're wrong, turtledove. How'd you think I got into the room?
[ He starts to reach to tap his head, but fuck it, that's too much effort, and he lets it fall again. He's pretty sure he came in through the window, anyway. Connects to a vague memory, or could-be-memory, and probably it's not coincidence. ]
Didn't want windows broken, shouldn't allow them to be breakable. And made doors more accessible.
[ With or without keys. Had that been the problem? Maybe. Maybe Darius lost his key or maybe left it here or maybe just forgot he had it. ]
What the fuck it's glass. Transible. Who doesn't break glass. Fuck it.
Hand's fine. Drop it and go to your Renault.
[ His hand is in fact not fine. There's definitely a gash along the palm, cuts along the fingers.
His hand also is fine, if speaking relatively, if speaking strictly in comparison his leg. Which is in fact seeping blood along the calf. Which stings like a fucking son of a shit. Which is currently covered by a jacket, because - again - it's fucking cold in here.
Darius is looking at his phone again, trying to remember who he was texting, thinking h knows the answer, but also, room's spinning a little, concentration's tricky a little, and also, where'd that weed go, or maybe it was a drink he'd wanted. Fuck, something. ]
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It's nothing new.
Neither are injuries. He should have gone into nursing.
It's when he's setting the dubious "supplies" down on the bed that he notices the jacket is patched wet and darker in places. Warily (god, oh god, not again), he lifts up a corner of the garment. ]
Darius, what- fucking CHRIST!
Rin! Rin! Don't move, you fucking minger - Rin! -
[ In his outrage, his somewhat carefully constructed "comprehensible" accent falls to pieces and he is, in a heavily leaning muddle of Yorkshire vowels, trying to explain to the absent Rin and the present Darius that the latter is a cunt and possibly dying, why didn't Darius use the front door like a normal person, and, of course: this asshole needs stitches AGAIN. ]