Yeah, I know. I'm such a drama queen.

[_piedpiper]

I tried looking up some things on frostbite to make sure I'd dealt with it properly. But words like gangrene and blisters... I can't handle it. And there's horrible pictures on google! Why

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[the_rouges]

*is actually dressed more incognito than before, still wearing shades though, doesn't need anyone to see his eyes or anything of the sort. Has recently found out that "Morgan" had suddenly left the house and knows DAMN well that only Piper and her were there the last time he was around, has a pizza in hand and knocks on Piper's dooor*

[_piedpiper]

*Hartley eyes the door and scowls* Hold on.

*He looks around on his desk for a remote and pushes a series of buttons irritably until one of them opens the door. Better then having to walk. Right now, he'd rather not move.*

[the_rouges]

*looks around catiously seeing as how no one was there to open the door, is trying so hard not to be in a nasty mood*

Hartley--? *walks in, shutting the door, loooks around, whistels, impressed, mutters* Huge... place...

[_piedpiper]

What the hell-- *Piper nearly falls out of his chair* Oh...didn't...realize...you knew where I lived...

*He stops soaking his feet and winces as he dries them off* Uh...hi...