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[idiotsaurus]

*IN THIS HALLWAY... there's a Devit in an orange prison jumpsuit and handcuffs slumped over on a bench. There's a bruise on his cheek, and from the way he was sitting you'd almost think he was asleep. Or drugged, if that's something you're good at recognizing.

Either way, he doesn't seem to be doing much. Bother him y/n?*

((ooc: Heroverse Devit

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[halfcocked]

. . . [kicks the bench]

[idiotsaurus]

*That makes the handcuffs jingle but otherwise doesn't get much of a response.

Do it again and he might fall off the bench, though.*

[halfcocked]

[doing it again :D]

[idiotsaurus]

*Yeah, he can't stay upright. Tipping over onto the floor, and have a vaguely annoyed look.*

[halfcocked]

What's this~? What kinda messed up me is it this time?

[idiotsaurus]

... Shut up... *Trying to get back up and failing kinda miserably. :| GIVE HIM A FEW MINUTES.*

[halfcocked]

What are you, drunk? Sick?

[idiotsaurus]

... They drugged me. *Managing to roll over onto his back, but not much more.*

[halfcocked]

[ . . . reaching down to try and pick him up]

[idiotsaurus]

*Shouldn't be too hard, he's not resisting and prison made him lose even more weight.*

[halfcocked]

Shit, you're like a stick . . .

[slings Devit over his shoulder and starts to walk]

[idiotsaurus]

*That, he would protest, if he wasn't so out of it. He's starting to wake up, though, just give him time.*

[halfcocked]

[kicks open a bathroom door and heads in there] You still alive?

[idiotsaurus]

Yeah...

*Tries to rub the bruise on his face, but can't quite reach because of the handcuffs.*

[halfcocked]

[setting him down in a shower stall] You don't sound sure!

[idiotsaurus]

*Leaning back on the wall. It's cold, that helps.*

... Ugh. I think it's-- starting to wear off...