audio ✁ ❛ towards the door we never opened ❜

[misfortunes]

Good afternoon—City, isn't it? I suppose this is an offer for work; we're rather in need of doctors—a physician, a surgeon. . . a veterinarian. . .

Vincent. Instead of asking for things we don't need—

[ Though that would make one wonder about his definition of "need." ]

—why don't you try asking for a way out, instead? That way, we won't keep anyone waiting any longer.

Well—the master's overstrained himself, after all. . . [ but, returning to the audiofeed - ] It's a matter of some urgency, you see. It seems we won't be staying.

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[haring_to_go]

[ ... HE SAW THAT! SO WHAT IF HE'S MORE INVISIBLE THEN A COMMON FLEA. HE'S STILL HERE!

Ahem. ] Most roads lead to the fountain. It's rather like a pocket watch, actually. [ he starts unpacking his bag. ] You said you needed bandages? The hospital is just down the ways a bit so as soon as we wrap up your wounds, I'll take you there. [ he had to make use of their services himself right after his arrival. Lily had not been kind. ]

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[misfortunes]

[ not a word, not a breath—only a look that lingers a little long, holds too much thought. ]

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[misfortunes]

How generous of you to offer. . . would you pass them to me, then?

[ how odd, he doesn't look a bit wounded. ]

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[haring_to_go]

[ Liam looks up from the bag and frowns even MORE if such a thing was possible. ] I'm perfectly capable of wrapping a bandage. [ although he's beginning to suspect he's been had. Vincent looks as pristine as ever. How does he do that! ]