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foolishmortals2018-01-20 08:46 pm
jello? jello anyone?
[And so, later after that absolutely lovely end to the trial, the guests of the Murder Manor (tm) will find themselves with an invitation slipped under their doors. The handwriting is godawful but still legible, hopefully. They're not signed by anyone though.
FOOD AND DRINK PROVIDED BY YOURS TRULY
Though, when you actually get there the food is.... definitely not anything you'd ever want to eat. There's chicken in jello, vegetables in jello, cake in jello. Like, nothing is free of jello.
Oh, and the drinks? Among them is a bowl labeled vodka, but it's definitely not vodka. It's actually straight up vinegar, but no one has to know that right?
Last but not least is an absolutely lovely banner made out of a bed sheet hanging over the door that leads into the area that just says "FUCK YOU" in big letters.
Anyway, go wild. Have a awful great time.]
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Gaston peers down (not too close to those hooves) and peers at the box. ]
Why is your face on here?
[ An astonishing detailed likeness too, for something so small. ]
Did you paint that?
[ With those hooves?? ]
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[ He shakes his head at the painting thing, but he wishes it was.
'It's mine,' he quickly writes. 'Helps with minor injuries. Do you need some help?'
There certainly are
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[ He hesitates a minute. His fist instinct is to refuse any help that's offered - he's above such things as needing other people. Or goats.
On the other hand, the bite the Beast had given him...Well, it's not healing so well as it could be.
Wordlessly, he pushes back his sleeve to reveal the bite. It's an angry red and, worse, beginning to seep a white pus. ]
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[There's an audible gasp as he takes in the damage- A friend-enemy or not, his healer instincts kick in. If Gaston allows it, he'll guide him to the bathroom to clean up the wound traditionally.
It might sting a bit, with rubbing alcohol and such.]
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Ow!
[ Shielding his arm protectively, he gives Lekmet a look that, on anyone who wasn't as Manly (TM) as Gaston, would definitely be characterized as a pout. ]
That hurts!
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['It's supposed to,' he calmly bleats with a neutral look. He probably should've used magic in the first place, which was a lot painless.
He's- just going to carefully wrap it up with bandages and some healing magic. There we go!]
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Hmm.
[ He glances warily at Lekmet. ]
It's...better now, is it?
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Ye-aa-aah.
['It should be fine for now. Feel free to come to me if it gets worse,' he writes.]
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He reads the note, gives Lekmet another uncertain glance, and then nods, crumpling the paper and letting it fall to the floor (because why wouldn't he). ]
You will hear about it, if it gets worse.
[ But he doesn't sound as angry and threatening as he normally does?? So??? ]
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He's not phased...much but there is a split second moment of 'well. that happened.'
You got it, he nods, and does an informal salute.]
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Thank...you?
[ It sounds almost as if he's never said the words before. ]
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He's learning!!!!!!!!!!! Alright, maybe this isn't the time to seem unintentionally condescending, but he genuinely appreciates the sentiment.
Uh...what do the kids do it these days? He's gonna grin, wink, do fingerguns, and awkwardly step back til he trips over Mim's broom.]
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