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[majorcrotchgrab]

[As the recording starts, Raikov looks worse for wear. He was very tempted to go with audio only but why deprive the City of his beautiful yet tired face?]

I'm assuming this is a curse day because my luck has been complete shit. Get out of bed, only to trip and twist my ankle because my foot was asleep? Hit my head on a cupboard?

[Which has left a nice gash on his forehead]

Spill hot coffee on to my newspaper and my lap? Trip over absolutely nothing on to the hard concrete? And those are only a few of the things that have happened to me throughout the course of the day.

[He rubs his temples]

I hurt, City. I want today to be over with. No one should have to deal with this much bad luck. I know I certainly don't deserve it! I'd love to take a bath but I'd probably end up drowning somehow...

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[manyadenouement]

[Setting him down, he tucks him into the bed and then props his foot up on a pillow with ice on his ankle.]

I'll be right back. Behave now.

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Mm. Nice and cozy. Raikov curls up in the blankets]

Yes, dear.