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[engel]

[ Remaining idle has never been one of Asch's strong points at any time in his life, so it should come as no surprise that he would find a way to spend his spare time doing something productive. As of late you might have seen the winged original bustling about hither and tither, to and fro, and even yonder as he transported -- among other things -- a great many boxes, several types of food, and a boatload of furniture. All this was being taken in the direction of a city located near the ocean's shoreline, to an outdoor cafe that would give a hole in the wall a bad name.

Only one small (if tasty-smelling) box remains to be taken from the apartments to said cafe. You're free to catch him anywhere along the way, with his hair neatly braided and sporting a spotless, ruffle-free apron. Mock at your own risk, drecks. ]

[ooc: My internet is being a wonky POS, so replies might be sporadic. D:]

Comments

:|;;

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

For you to maybe not stick your fingers in them...?

[...what the god.]

:/

[engel]

That wasn't anywhere close to being in them, idiot.

[ Bahahaha |D ]

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

Then please don't delight me with the experience. [We're kind of slightly loopy, don't mind us.]

[engel]

[ Geez, Luke. What have you been doing? Going overboard on the painkillers? ] Hadn't planned on it.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[It's called blood loss and a lack of pain killers, Engel. >_>; Normal people would have probably passed out by now.] Mm, good.

[engel]

[ Pidgeon never claimed to be knowledgeable about more than how to patch people up. Not the mechanics (lol) of it, anyways. <<; ] ...hey.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[That's okay; we love him anyway. Makes a vaguely inquiring grunt, consciousness wavering.]

[engel]

[ And for that he's grateful. Nudges him in the ribs, his voice taking on a slight panicked tone. ] Replica.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[His eyes have kind of slightly rolled back in his head, but he's still got a relatively firm grip on Asch's shirtfront and makes another sound of inquiry.]

[engel]

[ Swears under his breath as he scoops the gangly redhead up into his arms and stands, hesitating only a moment before heading back towards the nearest building. Oof. ]

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[Jostled, he comes to a bit and his head lolls around a bit like he doesn't feel like picking it up.] This... officially sucks.

[engel]

No shit. [ Hefts him up a little higher so his head can rest against his shoulder. Try not to mind the lovely breeze that comes from gliding. ]

...bed for real now ffff

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[Glad for the headrest, thank you doll. Mumbles a little.] ...'m sorry.

rofl oh you

[engel]

[ Considering he feels this is his fault, it's the least he can do. ] Just.. just shut up. [ Comes to a stop running and almost smacks into the door in his haste to get Luke inside. ]

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[...Asch you loser, how is it your fault. Kind of nuzzles at his shoulder a little, though he can't quite bring himself to purr.]

/kicks coding

[engel]

[ Do not question the original's lack of logic. Edges his way in, depositing his limp package onto a small sofa before hurrying down a hall. He'll be back. ...eventually. ]

/goes to work >_>;

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[Is deposited, and immediately rolls so he's laying folded and kind of on his stomach, giving the cuts on his back, despite their bandaged state, room to breathe.]

nooooo /clings to <<;

[engel]

[ When Asch returns, there's the sound of a chair scraping across the floor followed by a conveniently borrowed pillow from another type of seating is shoved under his head. He then sets to work removing the used bandages with a small dagger. ]

... sorry, money > RP. :|b

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[Grunts a little when the bandages are removed, but seems to appreciate the air to the wounds.]

make enough money and then you can RP whenever you like 8Db

[engel]

[ You're not going to appreciate him in a moment, Mechanic, as those nice little gashes are getting a thorough cleaning with some alcohol. ]

... this is not how life works :|

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[Which results in a sort of spasm from the older of the two followed by a hiss and a shout, and the wings ripple unpleasantly beneath his skin as he makes a contradictory effort to stay still and get away at the same time.]

[engel]

[ ...the wiggleworm technique would be rather amusing if it weren't for the pair of alien-esque monstrosities under Luke's skin. And just to make certain they're disinfected, he digs an elbow into the squirming replica's back, effectively pinning him in place as the remaining liquid runs over his wounds. ]

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[All but screeches, clawing at ...whatever he's laying on, I forget, and swearing in more than one language.]

[engel]

[ Sets his jaw throughout the tirade, shoving Luke down harder until he stops moving around. ]

Tch... There. That should do it.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[The wings are still greatly protesting their disinfection, and Luke has smashed his face into the pillow under his head and keeps making periodic grunting sounds that Asch... may or may not understand.]