023 x 320 // video // chocolate day

[dignity_misery]

[This video shows a pretty hilariously sullen looking Carla sitting on the floor, one broken leg and one sprained arm still in their white cement casts. The room around her is in absolute disarray, clothes strewn everywhere, drawers hanging open, and the mattress pushed off of its frame.]

He couldn't have hidden a single fucking box of chocolate chip cookies anywhere in this apartment, could he. That useless fuck.

[Oh okay then, Carla.]

Someone needs to come over here with no less than a two pound bag of M&Ms. The door's open, just watch out for the dog.


[[ooc; Yeah, no, really: Anyone.]]

Comments

/squint

[whitetwoguns]

Sounds like someone's missing out on the killing that delivery chocolate could make.

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

With, or without peanut butter~?

oh hi

[dignity_misery]

[Her expression darkens. Like the sweet, irrational, zombie monster she is, she blames Mr. White and his little friend for Vic not being here to feed her. She'd like to show them all the plans she has in mind. She's never content to just kill.]

Maybe you should take it up.

Private

[dignity_misery]

[Blink blink.]

Both.

[bedsidemanners]

I don't keep chocolate.

[dignity_misery]

Buy some.

[She doesn't sound very imperious about this, mostly just pathetic.]

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

And treats for the puppy too?

[Rex won't be happy to have a Chiropteran visiting.]

Private

[dignity_misery]

He won't complain.

[Why is Karl's brother talking to meeeee.]

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

[Because he caaaaaan!]

Not with bites, I hope. Otherwise I'd have to get a muzzle.

...How are you feeling?

Private

[dignity_misery]

Hungry.

[AKA none of your goddamn business, blondie. And Rex doesn't really bite, unfortunately.]

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

Other than that?

[Well enough to go out, maybe? He doubts it: human bodies are fragile, and take dismal ages to heal. But he'll ask. Maybe she could use some mood-lightening.]

Private

[dignity_misery]

[She frowns.]

I'm fine.

[A stock answer that she gives when she doesn't actually want to answer a question. The other blonde doctor has long since learned to reinterpret it.]

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

[Not blonde (usually). And not a doctor either.]

...I suppose you don't recognize me.

[He doesn't recognize himself. Which is - freeing - in a way.]

Private

[dignity_misery]

You're Karl's brother.

[Who... she had thought was cursed to act like a twat, for quite a while.]

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

[In Karl's opinion, Solomon always acts like a twat.]

Not today~

Private

[dignity_misery]

[Oh.]

Oh. Karl?

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

Hello, Carla~

[Spaaaaarkling.]

Private

[dignity_misery]

[Dude. Stop that sparkling this instant.]

God. Stop talking and bring me that chocolate.

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

Is brother's dulcet voice unpleasant to the ears?

[Already on his way with goodies.]

[bedsidemanners]

Maybe tomorrow.

When did you get those casts?

[dignity_misery]

I'm going to starve.

[Look at these casts. How is she going to go buy anything herself? Ignoring the fact that she just calls down to the store for deliveries....]

Weeks ago.

Private

[dignity_misery]

I'm really starving, Karl.

[That isn't exactly true. She's starving for chocolate and there isn't a drop in the entire apartment.]

[bedsidemanners]

[It's too bad guilt trips on him don't work. Bargaining, however...]

Would I get a kiss for them?

What happened?

[dignity_misery]

Yes, if that's what you want.

[Her answer is a little too quick. When there's food on the line, her inner starving puppy comes out. She'll say please. She'll sit quitely. She'll lick boots and bark. Whatever the provisioner requires.]

I picked a fight I couldn't finish.

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

Surely you must have something in the fridge?

[Hasn't anyone fed her since the Underground disaster?]