Text.

[crowsicle]

[Though usually talkative, Davesprite only has two lines to post today.]

break me out of pediatric ward
will pay with body

break me out of pediatric ward
will pay with body

[[OOC: Permissions post here for those who want to opt into his typing quirk. Otherwise I reply with plain Courier.]]

Comments

[greenshift]

davesprite you are being ridiculous

[ HAHA WHO IS REPLYING WITH TEXT TO AVOID LOOKING SICK this girl sure is ]

[crowsicle]

no
this is literally the worst ever
they fucking gave me a stuffed animal

[circumsutus]

[Don't tempt him.]

Which hospital?

[crowsicle]

dont even know
which ones the worst eye searing offense to man

[vestalvogue]

What
Where Is That Are You In Some Kind Of Danger

[Not that she can jump to his rescue in her condition but she might try anyway. She's dead, how much worse can she possibly get?]

[crowsicle]

im in serious danger of stabbing my eyes out with a jello spoon
bro took me to the hospital
they put me in the kids wing
please kill me

Text

[icy_heavens]

[It takes him a minute to blink the brightness of the text out of his eyes. Of course, being sick doesn't help. He's not the chatty type, but hell, he has to do something, right?]

People are such idiots like that.

[Yeah, guess who's also stuck in pediatric against his will.]

[[OOC: Oh, and the quirk is perfectly fine with me.]]

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[crowsicle]

i dont even need to be in the hospital
i could get up if i wanted to
im just hibernating
birds do that right

ACTION

[plushrumpus]

[Well guess who's just now returning, a styrofoam cup of coffee in one hand, a bottle of apple juice in the other. It's not until after he sets the juice on the side table, resumes his seat by the foot of the bed, and takes a thoughtful sip of his own drink that he speaks, regarding the boy before him.]

... so. Was that just phase one of your escape plan, or is a feeble cry for help really all you got? Because if two lines of text are all you have in you, I think you gotta re-assess and really ask yourself if you got it in you to bust out of here in the first place.

ACTION

[crowsicle]

[Dammit, Bro, he doesn't want to have to be here, don't rub it in. He spares just enough energy to shift down the bed and drag the pillow to cover his head.]

Phase two is fuck you.

[Muffling his voice really doesn't mask how miserable he is. Though it's a good thing Bro's there, or he probably would be kicking up a lot more of a fuss.]

[doppelglasses]

Tempting offer.
You always know how to pull a guy's circuits.

[crowsicle]

yeah
ill wear you all night long
so can you hack into the system for my release or what

[aggrievance]

Body, you say.

[crowsicle]

rose
at this point this offer is even open to you
will roleplaying a psych session satisfy all your darkest freudian complexes
im dying here

text;

[motioned]

oh my gosh oh no

you need to stay until you get better!

AND PAY WITH SOMETHING ELSE IF YOU'RE GOING TO AT ALL

text;

[crowsicle]

only other thing ive got on me is germs
inflations terrible on that currency right now though

permatext

[reassures]

in the hospital?

[crowsicle]

yeah
bros a dick

[Yeah. Bro's fault. Not like he's seriously ill or anything. No need to worry.]

[roboshades]

[He catches it on a whim. He's only been wearing his sunglasses for a few moments, fresh from the shower. He was just going to haul up a program, nothing special, when he checks the NV for network posts.

The hospital? When did he...He hadn't even known something had happened, and trawling back...It's not like there's a big glaring red warning. No one had said anything.

He's not sure what he's supposed to feel about this, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't take him long to haphazardly dress and then, even with trial and error, to figure out where he is.

...He just doesn't know what to do, once he's there. And hovers by the door, hands in his pockets]

[crowsicle]

[It takes Davesprite a while to notice he's got a visitor, as dizzy and feverish as he is, and it takes him another second of staring to recognize him. Then he starts.

He tries to get up and fails utterly and humiliatingly, but at least a stray movement of his wing knocks Doctor Doofusfeathers over the far side of the bed.

Dirk does not need to see him sleeping with a stupid ugly ball of a stuffed animal like a baby.

Davesprite sinks back down onto his pillow, panting a little, and nods slightly at the brother he never had.]

'Sup.

[manipuleights]

Is that a promise?

[ She has no idea what a pediatric ward is. But she knows a good opportunity to freak him out when she sees one. ]

[crowsicle]

["Oh my god," he croaks to himself before replying.]

depends
whats your strategy

[prankmaster]

but your body is the least valuable thing.
can i have your wings?

[crowsicle]

unless youre planning to go jack noir on my ass
the wings are part of the body package
wysiwyg

[gunsling]

Youll do what now?

[crowsicle]

pay
with
my
body
not to you though
some fates are worse than dying surrounded by duck prints

Something Aoko should likely not ask.

[whitefeathered]

. . . Whose body??

[Well, he is in a hospital, after all. There's a morgue.]


((ooc: I'm sure this wasn't what either of us had in mind for their first meeting, but I wanted to take you up on them meeting. XD; Video if you want her to catch onto the wings at this point?))

Text. Oh dear. XD

[crowsicle]

((OOC: Oh no XD His NV is his glasses so she probably wouldn't be able to see his wings from that, but he makes a lot of reference to the fact that he's a bird, so. Also sorry I'm late, I graduated this weekend.))

wow
this is the pediatric ward
im not that nasty of a dude
just mine