[Video]

[griftering]

[He was actually going to turn this thing on to see if anybody needed any help getting to the clinic or something, but that changes pretty quickly. He sets the tablet down with a sharp intake of breath as he grabs his abdomen, just below his ribcage with a free hand. Even as he does, the deep red blood of a deep wound starts to spread into his

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[video]

[to_rebel]

[Give him a few minutes to even answer. Tablets are hard to work one-handed; infernal things accidentally record everything you don't want to broadcast and never work when you want them to.]

Are you well?

[video]

[griftering]

[A few moments later, Cole's shirt has been replaced by a nice array of bandages.] I am now. [And he lights a cigarette.]

[video]

[to_rebel]

Are you going to stay that way?

[video]

[griftering]

[He narrows his eyes.] What the hell's that supposed to mean?

video;

[wasinnocent]

The one in the bathroom is gone. [No you don't get to know why.] Did you find the one in the closet or do you need me to bring one?

video;

[griftering]

And ya didn't replace it? [He heaves a sigh.] I got it. Where are you?

video;

[wasinnocent]

Not yet, I just used it. [She sighs too.] We have more than four around. [A beat] Coming back home. How bad is it?

video;

[griftering]

For what? [It's a better topic than bleeding or feeling woozy, okay?] It's a bleeder. You do the math.

[video]

[voodooing]

Cole? Did you find something?

[video]

[griftering]

Yeah, no thanks to Charis. [He rolls his eyes as he moves away from the tablet (just ignore that he's bandaged and cleaning up after himself, Pris. He does it all the time. He's fine. Really.] I lucked out on this one.

[video]

[voodooing]

You sound really annoyed.

[video]

[griftering]

Well, when a man start spontaneously bleeding, he wants to know where the first-aid kit is.

Audio;

[suaveleather]

This time?

[He sounds amused.]

Audio;

[griftering]

[He heaves a sigh.] Yeah. This is my life. [A beat.] So, how's tricks, elf-man?

Audio;

[suaveleather]

What a life you live, my friend. 'Tricks'?

Audio;

[griftering]

Uh.... [How the fuck do I explain this?] Tricks are what prostitutes turn in a night. It's just a turn of phrase.

[Text]

[notyourpromdate]

Don't die, I don't want to have to make new friends.

[You are welcome. Helpful Bobby is helpful.]

[Text]

[griftering]

I'll take more than this to keep me down, pal. Don't worry. Wouldn't want to force socializing on you or anything.

[Text]

[notyourpromdate]

I didn't expect it would. I appreciate you looking out for my best interests even in these....trying times.

[Text]

[griftering]

What can I say? I'm a model citizen.