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[black_ancalagon]

*stares at the wall as he's lying pretty much helpless in bed*

*wonders if he could get Bob to put up a dart board there* >:S

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[_thuringwethil]

*wanders in with some reading material*

Now. I wasn't sure what you'd like, so there's an assortment of books AND here's a wide array of porn...

[black_ancalagon]

*irritably* Thank you.

[_thuringwethil]

:S

Shall I just leave you be for now?

[black_ancalagon]

Unless you don't mind random irascibility.

[_thuringwethil]

Oh, well, that I can deal with. Feel free to bitch all you want.

[black_ancalagon]

Alright then.

These bandages are fucking ITCHY. >:|

[_thuringwethil]

Well... I could always take them off for a bit for you. They could probably do with being changed anyway.

[black_ancalagon]

Would you? That'd be great.

[_thuringwethil]

*kisses the top of your head*

Of course I will. Lord knows nobody ELSE will do it competently.

[black_ancalagon]

I wouldn't even want to think about Mouth doing it. *shudder*

[_thuringwethil]

*uses a talon to expertly slice through the bandages*

*shudders*

I don't even want to think of where his hands have been.

[black_ancalagon]

No. Just don't even go there. :S

*gingerly touches his bruises*

[_thuringwethil]

That feel better?

[black_ancalagon]

*blinks* What the fuck is that? A RASH?

[_thuringwethil]

Damn. Should have probably changed the bandages earlier.

I think there's some kind of salve that'll help, but it does stink.

[black_ancalagon]

>_< Oh for fuck's sake. Right. Now I'm going to bitch and whinge.