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[foxy_hervey]

*looking much better than he did a month ago, but a little more pale from being stuck inside most of the time*

Tch, it's about time I got outta' there! Cooped up for long enough, 'ay? Never knew some feminine blonde twat could stab that bloody hard! ... Actually, I know of one feminine blonde moron that can, but hey, I don't like t'generalize. ...

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[foxy_hervey]

Oh, heh! I'm way better! Don't worry 'bout me, it happened 'bout a month ago. I'm all better and on my way to vengeance!

How you doin', huh?

[foxy_hervey]

A young boy? What the heck for? And Percival was the one who got hurt, right? I'd hate to hear it was another person...

Erm. Well. *pause* ... He kind of jumped me. I insulted his hair and -- he got a little hung up on it. Well, plenty hung up on it, since he freakin' stabbed me.

[foxy_hervey]

Nah, I must've -- must've gotten' out a bit before he got injured. Damn shame.

... I guess I was kinda' rude while insulting his hair. ... I mean, come on, what kinda' guy braids his hair and expects people t'take him seriously!?

[foxy_hervey]

I'm goin' with the idea that he's a bit of a nutcase.

I dunno, maybe. Though, I'd be kinda' pissed if he left, I won't lie. I got a little bit of business to take care of with him, and apparently he's still causin' trouble.

... By the way, where's your, uh, husband?

[foxy_hervey]

Don't worry! I know what I'm doing, and it looks like I've got a partner... *grumbles a little at that*

Huh, really? Great! So... he won't suddenly sneak up behind me and try to kill me while I'm talking to you. Right?

[foxy_hervey]

Uhhh -- nope! None at all! Just, y'know, asking. Because the guy scares me, and it wouldn't be the first time that I've bolted for my life from him. *doesn't look shifty at all*

[foxy_hervey]

Heheh, a misunderstanding... yeahhh.

Really? 'cause I was just thinking, I would totally kill for some home-made steak after being stuck in the infirmary for a bit...!

[foxy_hervey]

-- yeah! I mean, if you're up for cooking that is. And, uh -- your good-o husband can be there, too. Because despite how many times I've been stabbed, I don't actually have a death wish. N-not really.