✇ eight;; rawr i say. rawr. :|

[athames]

[Someone just woke up and he is not a happy camper. 8|]

I'd ask just what the hell that was all about, but fuck the inevitable puns. Between electrocuting my own damn self and then passing out for however long that lasted... [Sounds of yoinking out various med-type things - I don't know what gets done to hiatus-coma-people in the infirmary.] Screw

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[herbination]

Are you certain you're well enough to move? Electrocuting yourself sounds rather -- bad.

[athames]

I've had however many days of bed rest to get well, thanks for your budding concern. [The sarcasm - it buuuurns. Sorry, Neville, he's just. A very cranky half-demon. IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S HIM.]

[herbination]

I don't know you, so of course I didn't know you were in the infirmary. I apologize if my concern seems out of nowhere. It's not my business, I realize.

[I didn't expect warm fuzzies. :)]

[athames]

You can shove your apologies already. [An exasperated snort, which. Is probably as close to a "S'ALRIGHT" as he can get at this point.] It's not as if I was expecting a convoy of get-well flowers after waking up - not that I expected going into a coma or having my p-

[Some grumbling, before counting to ten. He's still bitchy when he talks again, but the edge is gone. Mostly.]

...Who the hell are you, anyway.

[herbination]

Urr, my name is Neville. I'm a warden here, not particularly new any longer.

[athames]

...Uh huh. Thrilled to meet you then, Neville.

[herbination]

I don't think you are, but that's all right. I hope you feel better soon. I'll leave you alone now.