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[ 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

[signatures]

No. His face does look ridiculous, though.

Maybe they'll see you sooner if you don't have pants.

[boutant]

What happened, anyway?

Yeah, for hypothermia.

[signatures]

A door, I believe. A door happened.

I suppose it is a bit chilly...

[boutant]

Well, at least I didn't bite him -- though your body might have some scratches, Orange tried to play tug-o-war with me and Waffle's cage.

It's January, Eames.

[signatures]

I noticed. My return was filled with plenty of joy and then intense remorse. I'm not entirely sure what else Orange did other than possibly attempt to fight a bear after a cheetah.

Is that a request?

[boutant]

Don't ask me. I was chased out of the house.

[ Pause. ] Yes. Can you please bring me some clothes? [ And... possibly take her to the hospital... ]

[signatures]

Where are you?

[boutant]

[ Have an address, Eames. ]

Thank you.

[signatures]

You owe me whatever pain killers they give you.

[ Already dressed, it's not much to throw on some shoes and a coat and head out. ]

[boutant]

The cost or some of the pain killers?

[ She'll be waiting, nursing a cup of tea and staring at the inside of Seth and Simon's door, which is covered in scratches. ]

[signatures]

Some of the pills themselves. See you soon.

[ Lo and behold! After maybe twenty minutes or so, knock-knock. ]

[boutant]

[ Ariadne opens the door, still holding an ice pack to her shoulder and dressed in one of Simon's shirts and someone's boxers. ]

Hey. Don't mind the clawmarks everywhere.

[signatures]

Don't you look like quite the university student.

[ He has a duffle bag with a few of her clothes, a pair of her trainers (the softer sole makes for better impact to not jostle her ribs nor shoulder too much), and coat, which he holds up. ]

Will you need help?

[boutant]

Do you know a lot of university students who get kicked by horses?

[ She pauses, considering. Pride says no, how sore she is says yes. ]

That depends on if you thought to bring me a bra or not.

[signatures]

I did. But I also brought one of your camisoles, if you prefer.

[ Not that it matters. Does she really need to wear a bra if they're only walking to the hospital? ]

[boutant]

[ Another pause. ]

I'll be okay. [ Thanks, pride. Let her just take that duffel bag now. :x ]

[signatures]

[ As long as she's doing it with her good arm. G A Z E .

Also she wasn't kidding about the clawmarks holy shit... ]

[boutant]

[ That's what happens when three big cats get locked in an apartment.

Either way, it's taking her longer than usual to get dressed, but she does manage to do it by herself. Kind of. Button-up shirt, you are her friend, but you're hard to button when she doesn't have all of her mobility. ]

[signatures]

[ Eames derps around a bit while she's changing - mostly taking note of the place, getting himself a glass of water, the like. When he figures it's been enough time for her to get ready, he knocks on the bathroom door. ]

Oi. You've not fallen and can't get up, yeah?

[boutant]

I'm not a senior citizen. Just having issues with buttons.

[ Oh, fuck the buttons. She put on the camisole instead of the bra anyway. Beep beep, Eames, don't get your face smashed by the door. ]

[signatures]

[ Luckily for the both of them he's not as intense of a hoverer as Arthur is. ]

As do senior citizens, fancy that.

[boutant]

For entirely different reasons.

[ Now for her coat... Oh, god, ow. ]

[signatures]

That would be some curse day, though.

[ He watches casually through her pain, only really going to help if she asks for it. ]

[boutant]

I'd be shorter. It would be terrible.

[ She's not going to ask; she's too stubborn. Luckily she does manage to get it on, grimacing when it settles over her bruise. ]

[signatures]

It has its ups and downs. I hear we become even better problem solvers once we pass sixty.

[ He picks up the limp bag of the duffle for her, at least. ]