[ Voice ] (Forward dated to this evening...)knows_it_allMarch 4 2011, 18:52:04 UTC
[ Static. ]
[ When it clears, there is the distinct sounds of the outside blaring over the speakers. Kunsel attempts to find a quieter side street. It mutes about only half the noise. ]
Malfatto...? Hey, you got a minute?
Or maybe a handful. I think I might need a handful.
[ Fwump. ]
[ He leans against the wall, slides down, butt hitting the cold concrete. A quiet shudder ripples through him, a deep and quivering breath... ]
Um...got into a fight.
[ Yeah. A fight. That's what it was. ]
[ Because regular Joes carry syringes around with them full of whatever-in-Ifrit's-pit that stuff was... ]
Could use a place to crash tonight, too. If you don't mind. And...don't tell anyone. Please.
{Silence at first, though subtle background din suggests a person listening, albeit merely sitting there.}
{Deliberating.}
You.
{A sigh.}
This is acceptable. Come by my residence, but do excuse the condition it's in at the moment. I had a guest earlier who... was dissatisfied with the service she received during a previous appointment. She's gone now. No one will know you're here.
[ He scrubs a hand over the back of his neck and sighs. ]
I know you're probably just helping out because it's your job and all as a doctor, confidentiality blah-blah-blah, but...well, doesn't gotta be just that?
[ Or maybe I really am delirious or something. ]
What I'm trying to say is...you wouldn't be a bad guy to have as a friend.
[ And I could keep an eye on you that way, make sure you're just a jerk and not...a fiend like Hojo. ]
Um, I won't question stuff if it'll bother you. Seriously, I'll be quiet like you won't even know I'm there.
[ When it clears, there is the distinct sounds of the outside blaring over the speakers. Kunsel attempts to find a quieter side street. It mutes about only half the noise. ]
Malfatto...? Hey, you got a minute?
Or maybe a handful. I think I might need a handful.
[ Fwump. ]
[ He leans against the wall, slides down, butt hitting the cold concrete. A quiet shudder ripples through him, a deep and quivering breath... ]
Um...got into a fight.
[ Yeah. A fight. That's what it was. ]
[ Because regular Joes carry syringes around with them full of whatever-in-Ifrit's-pit that stuff was... ]
Could use a place to crash tonight, too. If you don't mind. And...don't tell anyone. Please.
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{Deliberating.}
You.
{A sigh.}
This is acceptable. Come by my residence, but do excuse the condition it's in at the moment. I had a guest earlier who... was dissatisfied with the service she received during a previous appointment. She's gone now. No one will know you're here.
{Aheh.}
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[ Pause. ]
...Hey, uh. If that person made a mess of things, I could help you clean it up. Least I can do for you since you're lettin' me crash there and all.
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Buddy?
{... for the love of... }
Think nothing of it. You may help, as long as you don't question my decor.
{...}
And I'm assuming by "crash", you mean sleep. Unless the injuries you've sustained are making you delirious.
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[ He scrubs a hand over the back of his neck and sighs. ]
I know you're probably just helping out because it's your job and all as a doctor, confidentiality blah-blah-blah, but...well, doesn't gotta be just that?
[ Or maybe I really am delirious or something. ]
What I'm trying to say is...you wouldn't be a bad guy to have as a friend.
[ And I could keep an eye on you that way, make sure you're just a jerk and not...a fiend like Hojo. ]
Um, I won't question stuff if it'll bother you. Seriously, I'll be quiet like you won't even know I'm there.
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