3rd Stone From the Sun || Text

[notyourpromdate]

I could use a hand...Whenever one of you ain't bleedin' all over the place.

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[audio]

[to_rebel]

[You don't get text, Bobby. Not from him. Damned Underworld; can he get just one day? One.]

How much help do you need?

[audio]

[notyourpromdate]

...Just find me a way to get around and I'll be good.

[Yes, Cas.. he's sorry, but he's grumpier than usual.]

[audio]

[to_rebel]

I'll see what I can do. [No, he doesn't sound tired. Of course not.]

[audio]

[notyourpromdate]

No rush. [Really, no rush. He'd rather you were alright... then run yourself ragged worrying about him, you know as well as anyone he can handle himself.]

[havea_fireball]

Where?

[notyourpromdate]

My apartment.

[He's sort of commandeered the former him's old living space.]

Video;

[voodooing]

Where are you?

[Audio] (He's not feeling up to visuals just yet.)

[notyourpromdate]

I'm at m'place. I won't be goin' anywhere anytime soon.

[Audio]

[voodooing]

Is someone coming to help you? Do you need anything?

[Audio]

[notyourpromdate]

Cas, is coming he's bringin' what I need. Are you alright?

[Audio]

[chosefamily]

Bobby? What do you need?

[Audio]

[notyourpromdate]

Let's just say...I won't be River Dancin' anytime soon.

[Audio]

[griftering]

No more bleeding. What's the problem, chief?

[Audio]

[notyourpromdate]

I'm going to assume that this place is screwing with us again... and I was fortunate enough that it decided to aggravate my 'back' problems.

[Audio]

[griftering]

I take it it's a little more intense than arthritis, huh?

[Audio]

[notyourpromdate]

In the paralyzed from the waist down sort of way yeah, but thankfully, not that painful. More inconvenient than anything..