hey so 1: dont get mad 2: it wasnt my fault 3: you know that shoulder you stitched up and told me to take it easy on? funny story - starts with an educational demonstration for my baby birbs needing some light combat training ends with stitches ripped, kinda looks worse now, should the skin around it be numb? again, not my fault bellamy has shitty aim and you should never trust him sidebar: you got anything for chemical burns??
that wasn't nearly colorful enough for me to feel ashamed look sometimes when a man and his best man friend need to enact violence for education and this man and his best man friend don't like admitting defeat to each other much things get a little rambunctious
and sometimes you think 'i don't need gloves swap this chemical to another jar, it'll just take a second' but then you realize you're dumb and you make dumb choices
[ that's all he sends before showing up at Jorge's, leaned against the doorframe in the back, a hand clutching his shoulder. sup, buddy, how you been? ]
（ gene cracks the door open enough to grab roy by the front of his shirt and haul him in. the door gets closed behind him, curtains are drawn, the lights are low. gene's got his medical kit slung over one shoulder and he's giving roy a rather withering look. ）
Why I got saddled with so many reckless idiots in this life of mine is beyond me.
（ he shoves roy down into a chair under a single, swinging lightbulb because they are definitely copping to some stereotypes right now. ）
[ wee, here we go. roy's tugged along by his shirt without any fight, shuffling along where he's dragged, until taking the shove to flop back heavily in the chair, limbs sprawling lazily. ]
Maybe you were a tax collector in a past life.
[ roy doesn't mind being a device to enact karma. leaning his head back, roy's eyes follow the swinging lightbulb as gene gets to work. ]
He'll have something coming. Maybe a shaved head in his sleep.
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Date: 2020-11-29 04:56 am (UTC)1: dont get mad
2: it wasnt my fault
3: you know that shoulder you stitched up and told me to take it easy on?
funny story - starts with an educational demonstration for my baby birbs needing some light combat training
ends with stitches ripped, kinda looks worse now, should the skin around it be numb?
again, not my fault
bellamy has shitty aim and you should never trust him
sidebar: you got anything for chemical burns??
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Date: 2020-12-13 09:04 pm (UTC)what the fuck?
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Date: 2020-12-17 07:25 pm (UTC)look sometimes when a man and his best man friend need to enact violence for education
and this man and his best man friend don't like admitting defeat to each other much
things get a little
rambunctious
and sometimes you think 'i don't need gloves swap this chemical to another jar, it'll just take a second'
but then you realize
you're dumb and you make dumb choices
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Date: 2020-12-20 06:53 pm (UTC)Christ. Okay. Where are you, exactly?
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Date: 2020-12-28 09:56 pm (UTC)on my way to your sector
can i bring this into your office or does it need to be a shady basement medic thing?
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Date: 2021-01-01 01:32 am (UTC)（ not a kestrel, but sympathetic enough that he'll look the other way for it. ）
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Date: 2021-01-11 09:50 pm (UTC)[ that's all he sends before showing up at Jorge's, leaned against the doorframe in the back, a hand clutching his shoulder. sup, buddy, how you been? ]
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Date: 2021-01-12 02:11 am (UTC)Why I got saddled with so many reckless idiots in this life of mine is beyond me.
（ he shoves roy down into a chair under a single, swinging lightbulb because they are definitely copping to some stereotypes right now. ）
I hope you smacked Bellamy in the mouth for this.
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Date: 2021-02-02 06:17 pm (UTC)Maybe you were a tax collector in a past life.
[ roy doesn't mind being a device to enact karma. leaning his head back, roy's eyes follow the swinging lightbulb as gene gets to work. ]
He'll have something coming. Maybe a shaved head in his sleep.