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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]

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

[aggrievance]

The fact that you are willing enough to put aside your own biological hang-ups is concern enough.
As tempting as your offer sounds, I'm not sure I can promise any daring jailbreak attempts.
But perhaps I can ease your boredom.

[crowsicle]

you gonna read me a story
i hope its nsfw
maybe ill put you on speakerphone share it with the rest of the juvies

[aggrievance]

Only if you promise.

[crowsicle]

promise what
to put you on speakerphone
youre sick
exposing all these helpless prepubescent inpatients to the twisted spaces of your mind

[aggrievance]

Getting cold feet, dear brother?
I do so wish to satisfy all my darkest Freudian complexes.

[crowsicle]

oh
yeah sure ok
which dresses do you want me to wear

[aggrievance]

I'd have to ask Kanaya for her expert opinion.
But considering your plumage, I think you would look particularly fetching in blue.

[crowsicle]

youll have to provide
i lost all my personal effects in the great wars
ps hospital gowns suck

[aggrievance]

And that's truly a tragedy.
Perhaps we're close enough in stature that you can successfully pull off something in my wardrobe.
Alternatively, I could retrieve some of your own clothing.

[crowsicle]

no dont
our apartment is barf plague ground zero right now
you cant go in there unless youve got a hazmat suit and a geiger counter

[aggrievance]

I should have assumed as much.
In that case, it seems as though you'll have to masquerade as your dear sister for an indefinite amount of time.

[crowsicle]

hot
well be like the parent trap
except cooler
and not lindsay lohan
is she out of jail yet

[aggrievance]

I believe the better question is "Is she back in jail yet?"
Where exactly are you located?

[crowsicle]

ask bro
he can text you the coordinates

[Yeah. He doesn't actually know.]

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[aggrievance]

[And it's a good thing they're on text so he can't see the lineface Rose is making.]

I'll keep that in mind.

[Whether by text Bro for the coordinates or wandering around the city hospitals until she found the right one, Rose appears in his room sometime later, tired and drawn in a way that didn't quite translate on text, a shopping bag hanging from her arm.]

It seems not even the Strider swag can avoid the plague.

[It's a tight, thick voice, too tired for its usual bite.]

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[crowsicle]

[Forgive him if he doesn't notice her condition right away--he's been in and out of fever dreams for what seems like forever. He turns his head enough to look at her blearily.]

You didn't actually bring me a dress, did you.

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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?