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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]

I could have ripped it out. Ask the cowboy's horse, I nearly did it to him.

[orangetoughguy]

I took my chances with everyone's best interests in mind.

[boutant]

Tell that to my ribs.

[orangetoughguy]

[SIGH.]

I'm sorry, Ariadne's ribs. I shouldn't have kicked you so hard. I'll let the guy whose body I borrowed know maybe he should lose a couple pounds.

[signatures]

Piss off.

[boutant]

They'll accept your apology as soon as the doctor writes me a prescription for painkillers and I've forgotten why they hurt in the first place.