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[winestains]

*here's a very pale, very faint Osric-- an Osric, in fact, who was just forced on a hunting trip and witnessed the death of a few innocent deer and the shedding of quite a bit of blood*

*groans, sits rather heavily, and puts his head in his hands* I think I'm gonna be sick.

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[be_my_me]

*sits with him and rubs his back* Thou wilt be well. I am here for thee.

[winestains]

*leans into the back rubbing* Sorry. I told you I'm not good with blood.

[be_my_me]

Ay, ay. *keeps up the rubbing and kisses his cheek* Dost thou feel any better?

[winestains]

A little. That feels good.

[rockabye_hamlet]

Ooh, really?

[winestains]

...Er. Yes, Your Highness. I mean, no, Your Highness. I mean-- ...hi?

[rockabye_hamlet]

Hi, how's it going, not good, I thought so, sorry to hear it.

[be_my_me]

*...will just be very protectively putting his arms around Osric. and also being rather confused*