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[nouvelliste]

Hm, I suppose it would be a bit heartless of me to put little Satchan to work...

So! It appears that we'll be needing handyman. As for payment, I'm sure we could work something out. But, yes, time is of the essence. It is getting a tad chilly.

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[dr_seahorse]

(Oh God, he's going to kill someone.

Hatori's at the windows, attempting to cover those lovely holes up with a few of the blankets.)

Instead of complaining, why don't you help?

[nouvelliste]

[ just stares for a long while, bewildered ]

Yes, yes, of course! We are men and the men should be the ones to fix things. I will be there shortly!

[ he's thinking about getting up at least ]

[dr_seahorse]

(Here, have a death glare from the sick doctor as he continues to hold these blankets in place. He sees you're not moving.)

Shigure.

[nouvelliste]

[ and up he goes! Because seeing Haa-san all sick makes him not so happy. So here he is. Ready to be helpful. ]

Do we have any tape or tacks?

[dr_seahorse]

(He glares at him for a while, but just sighs. He's not the type to just outright yell, after all.)

I don't believe so, or, if we do it would be scarce. Why don't you check around.

[nouvelliste]

[ Gives him his sweetest, most innocent smile ever~ before he scurries off to look. ]

I will do that!

[ So there he is checking through his things, because he's become a bit of a hoarder and what are these? Five tacks? Score! But when he reaches for them, he pricks his fingers and does a poor job suppressing a yelp. Oh dear, and there's blood. ]

[dr_seahorse]

....

What did you do?

[nouvelliste]

[ shakily ] Ah! Nothing, nothing! Everything's fine-

[ oh god oh god it's gushing everywhere. did he hit an artery or something oh god ]

[dr_seahorse]

(Nice try, but he knows you too well and can hear in your voice that something happened. He sighs, but continues to hold up the blankets. It is so cold....why is this happening...)

Come here so I can see.

[nouvelliste]

[ he wraps it up as best he can and starts back towards Haa-san and the windows, the tacks gingerly in his other hand. When he appears he's quite a sight but holds out the tacks. ]

See? Haa-san can always count on me.

[dr_seahorse]

(He looks him over and notices that poorly wrapped, bloody hand. Taking the tacks, he hangs up the blanket so that it spreads over the window tightly.

He coughs a bit into his arm before turning to Shigure.)

Let me see your hand.

[nouvelliste]

[ Squirmy squirm but he holds out his hand and notices that ever-present cough mister. ]

[dr_seahorse]

(He grabs it and unwraps it to look it over, coughing once more into his arm before examining it.)

It should be fine. We'll wrap it up, and if it gets worse we'll figure something...(Pause for cough break.) something out.

[nouvelliste]

All right. [ okay now we are talking about this ] Are you sure you don't have pneumonia or something? It doesn't seem to be getting any better.

[dr_seahorse]

Even a cold is hard to overcome when faced with situations such as these. (He attempts to stifle a cough here.) I'll be fine.

[nouvelliste]

The more you keep saying that, the harder the time I have believing it.