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[Have a Wingy, grumbling as she wanders down the hallway. Her arms are crossed, and she looks rather annoyed at the world.]

Stupid...

You can't just go into a room that doesn't belong to anyone?

No. [knees pop as he stands and he frowns]

Okay, I'll invite you in somewhere and then you can sleep in a bed, at least.

[nods, starting to walk]

Let's try this one.

[goes thud against the wall, sliding down, asleep again]

Wake up enough so you can hear me inviting you in.

[opens his eyes slightly] Inviting me in?

Yup, you can go in this room.

[stumbles in and sits heavily on the floor, hip popping]

What's wrong with you?

[looks up at her and... oh hey, that's a few wrinkles]

You're... older?

Edited 2009-02-16 19:42 (UTC)

... so it seems.

... does it hurt?

Which part? The injuries, the actual aging, or walking around on joints that are no longer as limber as they were five minutes ago?

I guess those popping sounds I heard.

That part is... uncomfortable.

Can I get you anything?

A warm towel and a bag of AB positive.

I can get the warm towel...

But not the blood. [lip curls slightly - he's teasing her]

I'm short on bags today.

[lets out a soft laugh]

I'll be right back with a towel.

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