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[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.]]

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[plushrumpus]

Callin' shut up and don't worry about it. I can take care of myself.

[Sip.]

[crowsicle]

[Davesprite burrows deeper into the bed, lying on his stomach with his forehead on his arm, and bites back a groan. Everything aches.]

...What about Dave?

[plushrumpus]

He's doin' just fine. Fantastic, even, compared to some.

[Which isn't a jab at Davesprite, but it might as well be.]

I'm headed back by first siren, if you wanna brave the first night alone.

[crowsicle]

[Davesprite's face is hidden in his arm, but when Bro mentions leaving, his wings twitch slightly and then he stills.

No. He's not panicking. It makes sense, Bro has Dave to take care of and he has to sleep, too, they're all sick. Davesprite's dealt with worse than hanging out in a strange place full of strange people walking around and talking and touching him and--

He's cool. He's cool. He lets out a breath and turns into his elbow. His voice is muffled a little.]

Okay.

[plushrumpus]

[... yeah, he doesn't buy that for a second.]

Tell you what, you think on it and get back to me later. That ain't for another couple hours anyway.

[crowsicle]

[The feathers along the back of his neck have risen some, as if to ward off the first stirrings of bad weather.]

It's cool, man. 'S not like I haven't kicked it on my own before.

[He isn't thinking of any time Bro left him alone--forgot that ever happened, really, with how things have been since Canada--but all that time with Rose deteriorating and Jade doomed and John dead.]