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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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[aggrievance]

[She's honestly hoping he won't.]

I fail to see any reason for complaint when you're already wearing a gown.

[She sets the bag down and reaches in to pull out...a large, blue T-shirt which was clearly something she wouldn't own, but nevermind that, let's hope Davesprite is too sick with fever to notice the fact that she actually took the time to show some genuine compassion and concern.

Cracks in the armor were no fun.]

[crowsicle]

Hospital gowns don't have all that puffy, lacy shit on.

[Oh, fuck, he actually has to sit up for this, doesn't he. It takes him a while to push himself up when everything aches and his head is a goddamn fish tank, but he does his best not to groan. Or topple over onto her. When he's up, he lets his head sink a little, breathes out shakily, tries to adjust to the spin of the room.

He turns his head a little to squint at the t-shirt.]

Borrow that from someone?