Well, shit. Ow. (also very open)

[quickandclever]

Okay, these Marchers really needed to learn how to lighten up.

Darrian ran his tongue over his split lip--yet again--and winced as, yep, it still stung, and, yep, it still tasted like blood. It was probably a good thing that mirrored surfaces didn't seem to be part of the decor; he wasn't sure he wanted to see how messed up his face was at the

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[onlyanders]

Anders was sitting idle in the clinic, trying not to fall asleep. It had been an incredibly slow day, and he was really contemplating hanging a sign on the door saying 'call again tomorrow' and going to the Hanged Man for a drink. Of course, if he really did that, there'd probably wind up being a mine collapse or some woman going into labor and then he'd get yelled at--which he really hated. So he's got his head on his desk instead, pillowed against his arms, just about to drift off to sleep.

OOC: So, does Darrian go for the gents as well, or just the ladies? ;D

[quickandclever]

"Hey! Anders!" Darrian's voice was slightly garbled, as his mouth was swollen, but he couldn't help but grin despite how the action pulled at his split lip. He kept an arm wrapped tight around his side as he half-limped, half swaggered into the clinic.

"You got a bandage or two on you, old buddy old pal?"

[ooc: he's flexible! :) ]

[onlyanders]

Anders' head pops up, slightly irritated that he was being interrupted in the middle of a perfectly good dream about some nubile chantry sisters. His eyes widen when he takes in Darrian's appearance.

"What the hell happened to you?"

OOC: Hehe, I'll keep that in mind!

[quickandclever]

Had Darrian known he would've genuinely felt bad for interrupting such a titillating dream. "Street urchins," he lied easily, though he doubted Anders would be fooled for a second. "Thirty of them, all about yay high. Vicious little shits."

He flopped into a chair. And hissed. How did sitting hurt almost as much as walking? How was that even possible?

[snarky_tabris]

Bianca was heading down to the clinic to go and check on Anders, make sure he was eating, see if he wanted to go get into trouble or something...

She winces when she gets a look at Darrian.

"You look like crap."

[quickandclever]

"Feel like it too!" Darrian grinned, somehow managing to be chipper and cheeky...while looking like he'd run afoul of a herd of elephants. It was a singular skill. He was proud of it. "You should see the other guy. Or...three? I'm pretty sure one of them looks just as bad as me. At least one."

[snarky_tabris]

Bianca laughs a bit at that, smiling and sitting down next to Darrian.

"Good to hear that the other guy looks like crap, too. And he probably isn't smart enough to go and get fixed up either."

[quickandclever]

"He probably can't afford to," Darrian replied, plucking a hefty coin purse off of his belt and waggling it. "It's almost too easy when they're distracted by their compulsion to punch you in the face."