*He rubs some feeling back into his wrists before gently prodding the dressing at the base of his spine and flinching at the flare of pain.*
I would like some underwear.
*He sends John the frostiest glare it is possible for him to muster, given that the only thing currently protecting his dignity is a faded tartan blanket.*
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branchandroot
Re: 9.30 am
Date: 2012-10-26 09:06 pm (UTC)I would like some underwear.
*He sends John the frostiest glare it is possible for him to muster, given that the only thing currently protecting his dignity is a faded tartan blanket.*
And an explanation for the current lack thereof.