Where are they at Richie will track down our little man, with a bottle of something stiff and — if it's not too presumptuous — a bouquet of flowers. Look sometimes you're both men but also sometimes you have to watch a guy murder someone he put all his faith in after valentine's day. Loss is a loss, and the guy also needs a Get Better Soon gift. He's got two ends of the spectrum covered this way. Hopefully he'll take one or the other.]
[ is his answer! we're gonna say he's in his room in the mansion, curled up in bed with a blanket. he looks exhausted, which may not be surprising. still bruised on his face, still bandaged and bloody and wrecked. but he's sitting up at least, and he's alert. his tail curls a little closer to his body as richie makes his way in.
Mortality persevering? [He shrugs, slipping in now that he's got a little leeway to do so. He sets both the booze and the flowers on whatever serves as a nightstand and stands, hands in pockets, over this sorry sight with a wan smile on. What a mess.] I can't make it out myself, any in-between stages I can think of belong to a horror flick. We're not zombies, or ghosts.
Glad to see you've got cleaned up. Who bandaged you?
[Taking names. It'd be good to know who all can treat a mortal wound, since apparently they're all too possible here.]
[ makes a nyeh face about zombies. good. he doesn't want to be a zombie. ]
Taair, with Neverah's help, I think. [ he shifts, with a wince. ] It would have been possible for me to bandage myself, but I'm glad that I didn't have to.
You can but you shouldn't. [Okay taking the liberty of claiming a little edge of the bed for himself. Unless there's a chair nearby, he'll take that instead.] Glad you're not our only healer on hand. I have a funny feeling it might not be the last time someone's in need of a doctor.
...How you feeling, though? Give it to me straight.
[ he can sit on the bed! that's fine. jiaoqiu is scrunched.
as for the question, like. he's been asked this so many times today that he's very, very tempted to snap. his patience is low. but - he's nothing if not restrained, and... well. if anything, this is the one where he's just eroded down enough to answer properly.
silence, for a moment. ]
Empty. [ might as well be honest. ] But that isn't new.
All right, absolutism it is. You think you'd be the only person here with a body count under their belt? Shit, just from introductory conversations I'm certain at least twenty of these deadbeats have run a shiv into someone's kidney. Why not just push us all off the ledge and send us tumbling to hell at once?
Oh, sure, that's fine as paint. Here, I think I picked up a couple of hairs on the back of my shirt on the way over here, would you like to split those too?
[He gives his knee a little whack. Very light, barely a tap.]
You know damn well you'd be calling bullshit on anyone who was telling you the same.
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Where are they at Richie will track down our little man, with a bottle of something stiff and — if it's not too presumptuous — a bouquet of flowers. Look sometimes you're both men but also sometimes you have to watch a guy murder someone he put all his faith in after valentine's day. Loss is a loss, and the guy also needs a Get Better Soon gift. He's got two ends of the spectrum covered this way. Hopefully he'll take one or the other.]
Hey, still kicking, JQ?
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[ is his answer! we're gonna say he's in his room in the mansion, curled up in bed with a blanket. he looks exhausted, which may not be surprising. still bruised on his face, still bandaged and bloody and wrecked. but he's sitting up at least, and he's alert. his tail curls a little closer to his body as richie makes his way in.
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Or whatever it is we are.
[ looks in richie's direction, squinting. ]
Hello, Richie.
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Glad to see you've got cleaned up. Who bandaged you?
[Taking names. It'd be good to know who all can treat a mortal wound, since apparently they're all too possible here.]
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Taair, with Neverah's help, I think. [ he shifts, with a wince. ] It would have been possible for me to bandage myself, but I'm glad that I didn't have to.
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...How you feeling, though? Give it to me straight.
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as for the question, like. he's been asked this so many times today that he's very, very tempted to snap. his patience is low. but - he's nothing if not restrained, and... well. if anything, this is the one where he's just eroded down enough to answer properly.
silence, for a moment. ]
Empty. [ might as well be honest. ] But that isn't new.
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[He inhales, nodding. Sagely, as if he understands when he damn well knows he doesn't.]
The curse of longetivity, I guess. Even mountains get worn down to mole hills in time.
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he picks his fingers through his tail fur, untangling. ]
Do you think they'll escort me out, after this? [ idly. ]
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[ but he's kind of just arguing to argue. maybe it'd be nice to be yelled at for this because at least it wouldn't just be internal strife. ]
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[He gives his knee a little whack. Very light, barely a tap.]
You know damn well you'd be calling bullshit on anyone who was telling you the same.
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I suppose. [ he's a hypocrite, and he'll prove that a lot in the coming days, but... today, he can't muster the energy to be more self aware. ]
I'm still here. For better or for worse.
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[He reaches up, giving his shoulder a soft squeeze. Gentle, dodging injury.]
Rest up, JQ. I won't say the worst is over, but at least the week-end is.