[Iceland is somewhere in the new building, albeit annoyed, and there's a couple nasty, oozing cuts on his right arm, which he's clutching with the other. His legs are crossed and he's looking down at the SFC. The puffin is asleep in his lap, and an axe lays next to him.]
...I had a bad feeling about this.
[The fact that they were ghosts rendered
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Oy, squirt. Where ya at?
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I'm not a 'squirt.'
[He hesitates and speaks reluctantly.] ...The new building.
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[He hums, drumming his fingers against his knee.] Where in it?
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....Third floor or so.
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Ya had it looked at yet? [Is that a little concern?]
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He never did. [Iceland's still a bit sore that the Ottomans made it up there and raided without anyone blinking an eye. With a captured Danish guide no less. ] And I'm growing just fine.
Not yet, it'll scab up and be fine soon enough. [It just kept oozing, but any minute now!]
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I'd keep an eye on ya. Wha' 'bout tha' brother of yers? Where was he?
S'a chance it'll get infected, squirt. Get it looked at or m'comin' up there t'clean it up.
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..Sure you would. [The next comment has him glaring at the SFC. Not, ahem, that that hit a nerve or whatever. Not at all.] He was stuck in that stupid union too, y'know! And he's not my brother anyway!
The infection'll go away eventually if it does.. [He actually just didn't want do the finding of someone to look at it. He was over a thousand years old and got scraped up by some ghosts? How embarrassing. The pain was bearable right now anyway.] I wasn't aware you were a doctor, or a respectable guardian either for that matter.
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Either that or yer gonna lose tha' arm. [He reclines back against the wall with an audible hiss. He's older that Greece and he was run through by a pirate that showed up in his house, so the score's even.] When ya've been 'round as long as I have ya pick up on some things.
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...Can we even lose limbs that way? [Funny, this never had come up before. He'd never gotten involved in wars, but... well, Turkey was probably pulling his leg again.]
Right, and just how old are you, anyway? [He winced at the bit of Turkey's bandaged wound he could see. He had considered asking if Turkey'd come to look at his arm, but he wondered how much was hurting the guy to move.]
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