She huffed, annoyed that he was resisting her, but she didn't let it filter into her expression or posture, lest she stress him out further. "Fritz please--" She attempted, words dying on her tongue when he promptly passed out on her. Unsaid words were swallowed and she circled the couch, hands on her hips and her lips pressed together.
What the hell was she going to do with him?
He was too long for her to be willing to let him sleep on the couch, but she couldn't move him herself. Besides, she was worried that if he wasn't further from the door that he'd tried to slip out when he woke unnoticed and after he blacked out on her couch, she wasn't letting him go anywhere.
She fished her phone out of her sweater pocket, dialing a number she knew by heart.
"Peter? Can you come over, no -- I can't really explain," she huffed at the person on the other line, eyes rolling as she looked down at the unconscious man on her couch. "I need you to help me move someone into the spare bedroom -- no, just come over please."
She hung up shortly after that, went about collecting her supplies and putting them away. Cleaning up their cups of tea and washing the bowl where the wash cloth had rested, then she discarded his ruined shirt.
"Oh Fritz," Fiona sighed, looking upon the man with concern while she waited for her brother's arrival. "What's going on in your head."
kuropeco
probably good to call this a wrap, want an aftermath rp?
