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[rentawizard]

[Harry is sitting stiffly in a chair in the living room of Cabin 7, as little of his skin touching it as possible. His skin is raw and peeling, blistered in places, and he's clearly in a lot of pain, as well as being exhausted and altogether pretty pitiful]

Ok. Two things, yeah? Just two.

One, don't bother going to the store. It's empty. Not just

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[priorpyro]

[Axel is still unburned, but he looks miserable and sickly pale, and he's stripped down to just his pants.]

I don't bake. But apparently I can boil. [this is punctuated with a wheezing cough]

[rentawizard]

So I see. Jeez, Axel, you look worse than me.

[priorpyro]

Heh... guess you haven't looked in'a mirror, huh? 'Least I'm not... you look like...

[sigh]

Fuck it. Not in the mood to be clever. You okay, Inspector?

[rentawizard]

...a lobster in the pot. I know, I know.

[Winces]

I'm ok, as long as you take ok to mean 'not ok in any way, shape or form'. You ok too?