Oct 30, 2010 02:16
[Gavin's voice is rough, today. Another injury to his leg isn't something his body is handling very well - recovery's been slow. Add to that the lovely wake up call earlier...]
Anyone...
Anyone mind making a delivery? Nothing fancy... promise. Just could use a hand.
social failure,
can't sleep,
gimp gimp,
well i have nothing better to do,
too old for this shit,
recluse mode: disengaged,
need my caffiene junkie,
curiosity lamed the cop,
fuck my leg
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Hungry are you? I guess I can help out there. Any preference?
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Yeah, I uh... haven't gone out in a while.
Roast beef?
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Well, at least you're talking again. Roast beef and what? Show me some creativity, Gav. If this were the last sandwich you were ever going to eat, what would you want on it?
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If it were the last sandwich, it'd be a heart attack on wheat bread. But... it's not... hopefully.
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[Because Grapple is protective of her friends and guess what Gavin? You're one of them! Don't you feel special?]
Gimme a few minutes and I'll see what I can whip up.
[She's not the best cook, but sandwiches she can do quite well.]
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I uh... sure. Good to know.
[No reason to mention the whole incident in the Theatre, then.]
Sure. Not going anywhere.
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What room?
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It's... (INSERT ROOM AND DECK HERE.) That all right?
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[True to her word, it only takes a minute or two for Grapple to appear at his door. Plate balanced on one hand, the young woman knocks and stands back to wait. She hasn't met Gavin. You could say she's a little excited to be meeting him face to face.]
Hey! Open up!
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It's open.
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Heya. I present to you the most amazing sandwich in ever~
[She sets it down on the bedside table and places a hand on her hip.]
...Gonna tell me what happened?
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What is it, exactly?
[A shrug, and he eyes her quietly for a moment.]
... There was a wolf. It attacked.
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