We Are Full of Good Ideas

[skewedeyes]

Felix is currently sprawled limply in a chair in the kitchen, quite unconscious, with a bruise rising on his temple and another around his wrist. Good times with Felix Harrowgate, dysfunctional extraordinaire.

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[rob_fellows]

Robin walks in and sighs. He's going to poke at Felix. What the hell went on here?

[skewedeyes]

Poked at. And kind of moves away from the poke, but still fairly unconscious.

[rob_fellows]

That's... concerning. Robin goes to the sink, and wets a clean cloth. He's going to try and reanimate the Felix thing.

[skewedeyes]

Stirs slightly at the sound of running water, stirring old memories that have only been fresher recently - but still avoiding opening his eyes. Consciousness is anyone's guess.

[rob_fellows]

Robin comes back to Felix with a wet cloth, and says, "Now, this is a cold, wet cloth. I will use it to clean your bruises."

Just in case. Or maybe he knows, or guessed. He's the Puck, after all.

[skewedeyes]

"They're not dirty," only a little blurrily, but still not opening his eyes. The light hurts even with them closed.

[rob_fellows]

"The cold will help with keeping them deflated, at any rate." Robin puts the cloth on Felix's forehead. Mercilessly - but not violently.

[skewedeyes]

He kind of snorts. "Deflated." Privately amused at something, no doubt. Anyone's guess what. And opens one eye to look at Robin, squinting a bit. Oh, lovely, someone he doesn't know very well. Time to pull together. Fast.

[rob_fellows]

"What, you don't want to be deformed, do you?" He's teasing, but he also supposes this is really the only way to go about it.

[skewedeyes]

"I hardly think a small bruise will cause any lasting damage," getting his feet under him.

[rob_fellows]

"I thought you'd want to avoid even a temporary diformity."