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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 12, 2011 22:58:09 GMT -5
Ariel groaned as he wormed his way out from his spot partially underneath Maverick before he looked up at Markise. When he did, it felt like everything in him stopped. "Oh, Markise," he breathed, then pushed himself up to sit. He reached out to extend already stiffening fingers to lightly touch Markise's cheek. "Are you okay?"
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 12, 2011 23:20:02 GMT -5
Markise winced and turned away from Ariel's touch, that brief pressure enough to bring his attention back to the sharp pain he'd somehow blocked out. "I wadda go," he said, choking slightly as something in his nose gave. He reached for a nonexistant handkerchief, then brought up his hand, trying to hide the bleeding.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 12, 2011 23:23:35 GMT -5
Ariel shot a glare down at Maverick and nodded. He pushed himself up and reached out a hand for Markise. Where had Markise's coat gone? "We should go to Mungo's or something." Except Mungo's would probably want to know what had happened, and they already had a record there. So maybe that wasn't the best place to go.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 12, 2011 23:32:47 GMT -5
"Id's dot dat bad, is it?" Markise asked, looking Ariel over. He felt like passing out, himself, but he didn't want to admit it, or even think about it. If he didn't acknowledge the pain it would just go away, wouldn't it?
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 12, 2011 23:37:54 GMT -5
"Um," Ariel said, eying Markise and wondering just how truthful he should be. "It...could be worse," he decided on, speaking carefully. He didn't want Markise to get mad or make things worse by telling him just how bad it was, but he didn't want Markise to think it wasn't anything, either. He reached for the fallen coat only to hiss and cringe as his elbow tucked reflexively against his side.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 13, 2011 0:01:33 GMT -5
Markise reached for Ariel. "Okay, we'll go," he said worriedly. "Id's close, righd?" He couldn't remember right now. "I hab a headache." And a backache, but the headache was worse. "I shoudid apparade." He made a face of mixed pain and disgust as his sinuses protested him speaking with another warm tricle. "I'b dot godda talk dow..."
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Translation: Okay, we'll go. It's close, right? I have a headache. I shouln't apparate. I'm not gonna talk now. You're sexy when you're in pain. (Kidding.)
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 13, 2011 12:52:34 GMT -5
Ariel nodded and slid an arm around Markise, using his wand to get the coat, as much for his own support as Markise's. He didn't think it was too far, he hoped they would get there soon. He wondered if it was too much to hope for that the people there wouldn't ask too many questions. There was a momentary thought as they left the building that their records would probably make the people there think it was some sort of drug deal gone bad.
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