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I'm permanently flipping you off. [Smirks.]

[Spider just laughs. It's funny, okay, funnier when you're halfway through a Jumpstart bender but hey. Still funny if you're not, he's pretty sure.]

That should be the next big cosmetic surgery. I'm betting two weeks and everybody's gonna want one.

[ooc: Keep wondering if I bring Sam back if Murdock would wake up :P]

[Elliot doesn't seem to find it terribly funny, she's more annoyed than anything else cause working like this won't be easy.]

Do you want one?

Edited 2014-08-19 15:22 (UTC)

[Horus just blinks at her once, extremely confused from his position perched on the chair. Yes, perched; knees pulled up towards his chest and arms hanging like he's not quite sure what to do with them, every inch of him screams that something about him isn't quite right. It may or may not have something to do with the fact that he doesn't have a stitch on right now.

Is that...supposed to mean something?]

[Elliot's trying to not pay attention to the fact she's been watched. Though it's hard when the man is perched on the chair as if he was some sort of bird, and the lack of clothing is a bit of a distraction.

After a moment she finally turns toward him, eyes skipping to the chart she held and the way her finger was set in the splint giving him the flipping him off the entire time. She couldn't help it!]

Yes?

Edited 2014-08-19 18:53 (UTC)

[The man doesn't seem bothered by his state of dress, or lack thereof, doesn't even seem to realize it's not the norm. The way he's contorted on the chair at least obscures a majority of the distracting parts, but that's more luck of positioning than an attempt at modesty.

He watches her, eyes too bright and too sharp, head tilting in question. His mouth works silently a moment or three; it's always like this after he swaps forms, trying to remember what's where and how things work. Words are hard like this; they come easy as a hawk, thought to sound but mostly he doesn't bother. As a human, there's a tongue and lips, molding and expelled air.]

Don't know.

[It's at least half a croak, like dusty machinery slowly grinding to life, expression lost, like he's not sure how he got there to begin with.]

[Elliot's dealt with her share of naked people, but that still didn't mean she was exactly comfortable in front of them. If she knew the man that'd be another manner completely.

A bit of worry seems to creep up upon her, while she watches him closely. His words seeming to have difficulty forming. She doesn't push him though or grow impatient and instead silently waits until he finally says only two words.]

Where did you even come from?

[Curiosity is laced in her tone but she doesn't seem alarmed or scared which is a good sign.]

[He looks around the room, as if it will give him the answer, then finally points to the window. Shifts in his seat like a bird ruffling its feathers.]

There. Warmer in here.

[The space is too small for his current size, it doesn't seem likely, but it's the truth nonetheless.]

[Her own eyes follow him while he looks around the room. It's when he points to the open window that a slender brow perks.

Lips part and yet she doesn't have words.

She hates to think this man would need the physic ward, but it's looking that way.]

You came in through the window?

[ooc: Nghhh probably not, sorry :/ YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO MISSES HIM.]

Got two of my own, thanks.

[To demonstrate, he flips her off with both hands. Just because he can.]

[ooc: You can now avoid the question on the other tag lmao]

Lovely.

[She rolls her eyes while moving down the hall.]

[He bobs his head, nodding.

Her assessment isn't wrong, really, even if she doesn't have all the pieces. But it doesn't mean he isn't telling the truth now.]

Yes.

You climbed in through the window?

[They were on the fifth floor and the more she thought over the question, the more she realized it was a rather stupid one.]

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HAVE A DIFFERENT MUSE? Tig's taking a nap right now sorry :/

/covers Tig up. I <3 you and all your muses so yay!

in that case YOU CAN HAVE THIS ONE TOO

Give 'em all to me!

HOW ABOUT JUST SOME lol

Alright, fine. LOL

you'll get others at some point, never you worry

our of curiosity when was the last time you played my favorite crazy pilot?

AWWWW <3

<3

ummm. haha dude I don't even remember. :(

awww sad :(