[Nick walked over to the mattress, carrying a bottle of water and some pills, settling beside her on the mattress to hold them out for her.] Hey, c'mon, get up and take these.
Rocco | The Boondock Saints | 5dukefuckinwayneMay 22 2011, 03:15:11 UTC
[Goddammit, he was so fucking miserable right now. He and Donna had been fighting all fucking day over every fucking thing and long story short, he'd ended up flushing as much of her dope as he could before she kicked him out of the apartment and locked the door.
Well, not before he grabbed the cat. Out of spite and well, because he didn't want her selling the thing for more drugs... which is probably what she was looking around the house to do right now. His fucking records and shit had better be there when he got back.
He shifted a little, keeping a hold on the cat while he fished in his pockets to see how much cash he had. Probably enough to get a room... or enough to get some fucking booze with enough left over to maybe make a couple calls and see if he could find someone's couch to crash on.
*Doing the groceries isn't Murphy's exact plan for a day off. But what could he do? Connor had actually done the laundry and he was a man of his word. Besides, he was starting to feel damn hungry and the inside of their fridge was looking almost as sad as the rest of their apartment.*
*So now he's carrying back home a couple of plastic bags filled with the cheapest stuff he could find, which hopefull would last for a few days. His plan to go home early, change the bed sheets and go to McGintys had instantly changed when he heard the desperate meowing. A known desperate meowing.*
*It didn't take long for the Irish to recognise his friend either. The traumatized cat trying to crawl up his shoulder had been something unexpected though.*
[Rocco was trying to settle Skippy down and not let the damn thing squirm away and run off somewhere, then Donna'd have a new reason to fucking bitch over how he'd lost the cat she barely remembered the name of.
He was actually kinda relieved to hear a familiar voice and one that might be able to settle the damn cat down since Skippy seemed to like him anyway.]
Murph'! [He spun to face him, breathing out a sigh.] Hey, you think I could crash on your couch for tonight, man?
Tobias | Animorphs | 1skyboundmisfitMay 22 2011, 03:31:18 UTC
[This sucks. This really sucks. He gets blindsided by some other stupid hawk and now his wing is broken. He managed to make it to safety but now he has to deal with how awkward this is. He squawks in irritations and tries to preen under the broken wing before wincing. Damn, that hurts! Not fair. Not fair at all. ]
Re: Tobias | Animorphs | 1masterofnunMay 22 2011, 05:25:03 UTC
Dope, man, a birdie! [Punchy leans down to look at the bird, poking at him with his puppet.] Yo, bird, you got your wing mad busted up. I'm a take you to a vet, a'ight?
Re: Tobias | Animorphs | 1skyboundmisfitMay 22 2011, 05:29:43 UTC
[Oh jeez! Who's this guy?! Tobias flaps awkwardly and hops to one side, letting out a quiet sound of pain as he does so. Ow, ow. On the other hand. . .being taken care of be a vet is better than flopping around waiting for one of his friends to wonder where he is and come looking for him. He'll just play the dumb bird for now. He cocks his head, looking at Punchy.]
Re: Tobias | Animorphs | 1masterofnunMay 22 2011, 05:39:49 UTC
[Punchy picks up Tobias as he would a baby, by right under the wings. Yes, Punchy's a dumbass who doesn't deal with animals often. It might be a good thing that he's got thick gloves on.] It's okay, birdie, just gonna pop you in my ride and get you all stitched up. You're in good hands.
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(OOC: What sense is a secret right now~)
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I'm throwing up everything I eat already...
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[They had to do something after all.]
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More like my sister's. What the hell you want?
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Well, not before he grabbed the cat. Out of spite and well, because he didn't want her selling the thing for more drugs... which is probably what she was looking around the house to do right now. His fucking records and shit had better be there when he got back.
He shifted a little, keeping a hold on the cat while he fished in his pockets to see how much cash he had. Probably enough to get a room... or enough to get some fucking booze with enough left over to maybe make a couple calls and see if he could find someone's couch to crash on.
Tough decisions, man.]
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*So now he's carrying back home a couple of plastic bags filled with the cheapest stuff he could find, which hopefull would last for a few days. His plan to go home early, change the bed sheets and go to McGintys had instantly changed when he heard the desperate meowing. A known desperate meowing.*
*It didn't take long for the Irish to recognise his friend either. The traumatized cat trying to crawl up his shoulder had been something unexpected though.*
Roc'? *he hurried his step* Hey, Roc'!
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He was actually kinda relieved to hear a familiar voice and one that might be able to settle the damn cat down since Skippy seemed to like him anyway.]
Murph'! [He spun to face him, breathing out a sigh.] Hey, you think I could crash on your couch for tonight, man?
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*But it did explain the cat he was carrying.*
Sure.. *cocks his head* What happened? Why can't yeh stay at yers? Are yeh okay?
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