After some convincing that everything would be ok, Murdoc gets Stu to come home with him to fill out the forms that they stop and pick up from Social Services. One set is to get Murdoc and Han county medical cards and the other is to apply for Medicaid assistance to help pay the hospital bill. It's a lot of reading small, oddly worded print and
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"Uhm. You probably don't have any tea, do you? If not...uhm...just some hot tapwater will do, I suppose. I need something hot."
He nods and curls onto the couch, looking through the papers.
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It doesn't really matter that Stu can't see Murdoc from the couch. The look of bemused confusion is audible.
Muds gets himself a soda from the fridge, making the decision to behave himself and not start in on beer just yet. It's not like it would even get him drunk very quickly, but he's still making sure things are smooth with Stu and Hannibal. He doesn't need any help fucking it up.
He gets a fresh pack of lights out of the carton and fills a glass with hot water before coming to sit next to Stu on the couch. He hands Stu his glass and sets his own on the end table while he taps the cigarette pack and starts pealing off the plastic.
"So, any of that shit make sense to you? Or do we need it translated?"
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"Uhm, it's not that bad, really. They need your name and birthdate, social security number...address. Proof of address, that's like bills and stuff?" He squints at the papers. "Income...proof of income. Uhm. Check stubs, that sort of thing?" He flips to another page. "This is medical history." He nods. "A lot of it is just yes or no answers, so that shouldn't be a problem, right?"
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Muds thinks about it for a minute while he lights his cig. Short or not, he'd rather not go over it...but they probably don't ask real specific things right?
"And I've got my social security card..so we're good there...um, I don't know Han's number, though. So, we'll have to ask him. He'd have the income shit too."
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"Hey, I got the forms and shit that they said we need to fill out...and I brought a secretary to fill 'em out for us."
He tosses his empty drink into the trash as he enters the kitchen after Han.
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He sticks his tongue out and grabs a drink.
"Anyway, the papers don't seem too bad...just a lot of fuckin questions I don't have answers for."
Muds shrugs and takes a drink.
"You'll know more of 'em than me, at least. But, like, one of the questions was about what kinda diseases run in yer family, right? Heh. How the fuck should I know?"
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He pulls into a spot in front of a drug store and shuts off the engine. Muds smiles at Stu, looking more than a little devious, and climbs out of the car. Where he heads to, though, is across the street. A large cemetery filled with decorative statues and old mausoleums. It's like a maze and it's only lit by the street lights on the outer edges.
"C'mon...figure no one here minds what we do, eh?"
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Still...cemeteries are kind of scary. But, Muds seems to think it's a good idea. So maybe it is. Muds...has...good ideas. He gives a weak grin back and nods. "Uhm. Yeah, I guess nobody would mind."
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"No one comes here I night, I don't think. Least, I've never seen anyone. And most of the place can't be seen from the street. Hurry up, though. Don't wanna get busted just fuckin getting in."
He looks around at the streets surrounding the place, but no one seems to be near by or looking just yet.
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Once in, he looks around owlishly. This doesn't feel like a good idea at all. His face is very pale in the fading light. "Muds...? Is...is it okay to be scared?"
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