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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

[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. ]

[boutant]

How about you get hit with that curse instead?

[ Why thank you. ]

[signatures]

I'll pass. [ He tips his head toward the door. ] Ready to shuffle on?

[boutant]

[ Ariadne just nods. Lead the way, Mr. E. ]