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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

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Cadogan Thomas | HoC | ota

[diemwnt]

Fairly certain I cracked a rib. Masturbation is not for the weak.

[grrranimals]

[What the--? It's hard to key in a reply between laughter.]

Wish I could help, but I don't treat humans.

[diemwnt]

[In the morning, when he's less drunk, he'll be mortified. But right now?]

There still must be some sort of hippocratic oath.

[grrranimals]

Why, Mr. Thomas, I do declare. And what help do you want from me?

[If he cracked a rib jacking off he's either doing it wrong or hung like a horse.]

[diemwnt]

For you to make sure I am not bleeding on the inside.

Also I can't see where my pants are.

[grrranimals]

Fine. I'll come over. Might try looking about your ankles.

[diemwnt]

Psychic woman.

[grrranimals]

I'll hang out my shingle and open a psychic hotline. Are you home or somewhere else?

[She's never going to be able to look at him with a straight face again.]

[diemwnt]

Where else would I be?

[He will, at least, have his pants on and be upright enough to get the door open.]

[grrranimals]

Just checking. Be there in two shakes of a dog's tail. Hold on till I get there.

[After a moment another text arrives.]

Given the subject of this conversation, strike that last.

[diemwnt]

I am in serious cracked rib pain. Please save your painful judgement until there are drugs in my system.

[grrranimals]

Perish the thought! No fun in that. Be nice or I'll fit you with a conehead.

[A few minutes later.]

Knock-knock. Little pig, little pig, let me come in.

[diemwnt]

[Give him a few minutes to drag himself to the door. Look how woe-stricken he is. Look how his pants are on. Be nice to him, please.]

Avoids inevitable HTML-fail

[grrranimals]

Almost she's disappointed about the pants. Strike that. She's definitely disappointed and not a little curious.

"You look like a kicked puppy, doll face. You must be feeling bad. Off with that shirt. Let's sit you down so I can take a look." She'll just plop the whiskey bottle she brought along on the nearest table. He only gets some if he's a good boy.

"But first we need to discuss my fee."

Cleverly played. o/

[diemwnt]

He'll be happy to indulge her curiosity some time he's not already completely plastered and in moderate amounts of pain.

At least like this he's a completely unabashed patient. His shirt is tugged off as he sets himself down on the edge of that very same table. Thankfully, having to write will distract him from making a grab for the bottle.

Can I pay you in appreciation?

[grrranimals]

Operation Keep Cadogan Occupied officially underway! Tess gingerly touches an area on the Ten's ribcage that's already bruising. She looks up at his question and winks.

"Depends on the form of appreciation. Let me put my ears on. I want to listen to your breathing." Once done she sits back on her heels.

"Pretty sure you bruised them at least, maybe cracked 'em. I don't think it's a fracture. Take a deep breath and let me know if it hurts. Then a cough."