[ He opens his mouth to speak initially, but then promptly coughs; blood lets out. Something crunches in the background and he yells. After a moment of yelling, he finally manages he composure, or what he has of it, through clenched teeth. ]
...house. Brown house. Or was. Was. Basement of house. Forty-eighth Street. I think.
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Can't make it to the phone right now.
Leave a message at the beep.
[ A small, delirious laugh. ]
Beeeeeeep!
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[ He opens his mouth to speak initially, but then promptly coughs; blood lets out. Something crunches in the background and he yells.
After a moment of yelling, he finally manages he composure, or what he has of it, through clenched teeth. ]
...house. Brown house. Or was. Was. Basement of house. Forty-eighth Street. I think.
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I'm comin' so you can't die on me, understand?
[ooc: want to log?]
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[ ooc: That would be sweet, actually. Could you start, though? I'm about to head out to get food. ]
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[ooc: sure thing!]
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