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 Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 8:38 pm
Richard is sitting on the floor, holding his hand against a gash on his head. He has other scratches on him as well, including a nice chunk of glass lodged in one arm. There is pink glass all over the floor.
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SHH! She's sleeping!
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Bradley is busy getting fur off the couch with a wee hand vacuum.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 8:49 pm
"Richard.. What happened?" She kneels by him to look him over.
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He sets the tea on the desk and taps her head.
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Violet thinks that is noisy!
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 8:50 pm
"The bottle. I.." He pulls his hand from his head and blinks at it. "I'm bleeding."
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She mumbles and swats at his hand.
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VRRRRRRRRRRRM!
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 8:53 pm
"Yes, I can see that. What were you doing?" She tries to help him up.
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Tap tap tap!
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Violet thinks she'll come back when it's not so noisy. She tippytoes away!
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 9:01 pm
"Trying to bond with it." He wiiinces as he stands.
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"Shhhhmmmb." Swat swat.
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VRRM VRRRRM!
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 9:08 pm
"Now it's broken.." She pouts.
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"Heeeey." Tappatappatappa.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 9:13 pm
"I'm sorry." He puts his hand back against his forehead and notices the glass in his arm. He pales.
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"Owwwwwwwwww!" SWAT.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 9:35 pm
"It's all right.. Come with me to the kitchen." She takes his arm and pulls him towards the door.
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"Ouch!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 9:39 pm
He stumbles and leans heavily on her as he is tugged along.
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"Serves you right!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 9:46 pm
".. Are we going to have to find a new bottle?"
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"What? Why?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 9:58 pm
"I think so."
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"You poked me."
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 10:10 pm
Sigh! "Ah well. Pink wasn't your color." She sits him down at the kitchen table and runs some hot water.
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"I brought you some tea. I didn't want it to get cold."
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 10:18 pm
He keeps his hand against his head.
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"Oh!" She finally lifts her head. "Well that's nice."
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 10:21 pm
She comes back with a bowl of hot water, a rag, and a knife! She pulls a chair over and sits. "Hold out your arm."
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"Sheesh." Hmph.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 10:26 pm
"..Why do you have a knife?"
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"Hmph yourself." She sips the tea.
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