Jul. 14th, 2009

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Hey--

[inhaling a bit of ash that's managed to get into the room, he chokes and starts coughing, which obviously is not great on broken ribs.]

Oh, FUCK.

[He covers his mouth, continuing with muffled coughs and sounds of pain for a few moments until the coughing gradually dies out. There's a short silence aside from some uncomfortable breathing as he waits to make sure it's really subsided.]

Nnh. Jeez, all right, let's-- start that over.

[Forcing a bright tone as if nothing just happened.]

Heyyyy, Maka~~~

I... really don't want to ruin the GREAT RELATIONSHIP we've had lately, but you wouldn't mind letting your old man crash on the couch for a little bit like a month or so, would you?

I don't think they really want me to stay in this hospital for my whole recovery, and my apartment obviously... isn't there anymore. And there aren't really any sexy nurses here like I imagined so it's a whole lot less fun that I liked to think.

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