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[boutant]

[ Ariadne is most definitely not in her room; in fact, to those who may recognize it, she is definitely in Simon and Seth's apartment. She's definitely not wearing anything that belongs to her, either; she's got one of Simon's shirts on, the collar currently crooked as she presses some ice to her shoulder. There's a bruise in the shape of a horse hoof there. When she speaks, her voice is louder than normal, like she's trying to hear herself. ]

I really want to apologize to everyone whose pets or... selves... I may have tried eating over the weekend. I was all cheetah and couldn't stop myself. To the owner of the now-missing chickens, I'm willing to pay you back, if you'd like.

[ She shifts, only to grimace, hand moving to her ribs for a moment. Ow. ]

Someone please tell me Waffle's okay. I'll be home soon, once moving stops hurting so much and the ringing in my ears goes away.

Comments

[invisibilities]

[ SOB HIS LIFE RIGHT NOW. ]

I don't think we ate anyone.

[boutant]

[ AT LEAST YOU DIDN'T GET KICKED BY A HORSE, SIMON. ]

I really hope we didn't eat anyone.

[invisibilities]

[ HIS APARTMENT IS TRASHED... ]

How's your ribs?

[boutant]

[ FIXABLE ]

Sore, but I'm pretty sure they're not broken.

[invisibilities]

You should go to a hospital.

[ SLOWLY...HANDING HER TWO ADVIL... ]

[boutant]

[ Taking the Advil. Why are you moving so slowly, Simon... ]

Probably.

[ SIGH. Do not want. ]

Once I've gotten someone to bring me pants. Maybe.

[invisibilities]

Right. Mine and Seth's would probably fall down.

[ aria y u so skinny. ]

[boutant]

[ She can't help it :C ]

If it weren't winter, I could be really classy and wear a shirt as a dress.

[ With no underwear or a bra. Really classy. ]

[invisibilities]

You could borrow my belt.

[ even though they'd need to put like, a billion more holes in it to cinch it tight. ]

[boutant]

I'd have to borrow shoes, too. [ She makes a slight face. ] I think I'll just stick it out, if you guys don't mind.

[invisibilities]

We don't mind. I think Seth's going to make tea for you.

[boutant]

[ Pause. ]

Does it really look that bad?

[ 'It' meaning... well, most of her, but especially her shoulder. ]

[invisibilities]

I think we all look that bad.

[ because that is how to make her feel better, right? right? ]

[boutant]

[ A for effort, Simon. ]

I really am sorry about your door.