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rαvєn dαrkhσlmє ⊗ mчstíquє ([personal profile] darkholme) wrote2019-12-12 12:00 am
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[personal profile] target 2012-06-19 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
[He knows he could tell her to move. That if he was lucky, she might even listen to him. But the comment never comes. Instead, he even manages to lean a little against her in return. He may not be comfortable with it, but it's...nice. On some level. Comforting. Only the second time in the past who the fuck knows how long that he's been touched without pain following closely on its heels.]

You should be resting then. [A pause, and he stifles a yawn.] And blue. Don't need to keep this up around me.
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[personal profile] target 2012-06-19 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
I've got an idea. [Though nowhere near to the degree that Raven's been dealing with. It's the main reason he'd been so reluctant to give up on finding the cure. Why it'd only been at the point that he literally couldn't go on any more that he'd called in for help. He's not meant to give a shit about people, and yet somehow, Raven matters.

Giving Raven a careful look, he eventually tugs his arm back, giving her a push in the process.]


Up. [A glance to the spare bed across the room.] Go grab those pillows for me.
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[personal profile] target 2012-06-19 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
[A thump Of the head and he just raises an eyebrow at Raven, a grin appearing soon after. But instead of commenting on it, he dumps the pillows on top of the others, leaving a mini-mountain of them that'll serve as a backrest. Silently, he forces himself back on to his feet again, pointedly ignoring Raven as he's stuck using the mattress for support so he can move further up the bed.

It's only once he's up the top and forcing his legs onto the bed that he finally looks back at Raven again. There's a space left at his side; a prompt he isn't going to draw attention to.]


Think we both slept too much down there. Right now I could go for some food.
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[personal profile] target 2012-06-19 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
[It makes no difference to him, so other than avoiding the chocolate, Wesley indiscriminately delves in to the pile of food, a granola bar gone in moments. What? He's hungry, okay.]

How're the rest of you doing? [Considering half of them seemed close to dropping when he first went off his own way, he knows they can't have avoided the medbay indefinitely, no matter how hard they tried.]
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[personal profile] target 2012-06-19 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Has it though? [He works on opening up a packet of muffins next, taking a mouthful of one before he speaks again. What are manners?]

Smiley's said a whole bunch of things, and we're pinning a load of shit on it. But what if it's not to blame here? [Swallow, and let's just find that water.] The way I see it, Smiley may've wound us all up and tried to scare people. But the only thing we know for sure is that its helped treat a bunch of us from some disease Ward and Resnik never warned us about.

And the lists- [A shrug.] We've still go no fucking idea what that's all about.