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[impure_tale]

When next I visit Paviche I am going to have some very strong words for him. and a well-oiled belt if I'm to have my way

One does not come to realize how much they miss their voice until they haven't one at all. I have learned this time and again, usually metaphorically, but now quite literally. Fear not, my darlings -- though the fear of death is forever absolute in this place the after-effects, however unpleasant, are so blessedly temporary.

Now if only the dreams were as well.

(OOC: The Marquis had his throat ripped out in port, so he cannot speak and will not be able to for a few days yet. Him sads D: Infirmary people may spam with him but remember he can't do much more than talk-wheeze in short spurts.)

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[umgekehrt]

[Having seen what happened to him, Stildyne doesn't expect him to talk. But he's made his way over, once he's reserved the energy, to sit with him-- brought a glass of water, as well.]

Well, I can't keep up conversation for two of us. Won't try. [He's a little tired and short of breath, but he can at least speak.] But just you message me if you need anything. Rather be up and about.

[impure_tale]

[The Marquis shows his thanks for the drink with tiny, slow sips from the glass. He can at least mouth a simple 'Thank you.' To show whether he needs anything, actually, he scoots over on the hospital bed and pats the spot next to him.]

[umgekehrt]

[Stildyne sits, and close, despite the public venue, and cups the Marquis' shoulder. He leans down to chastise him in a low voice.]

Listen. You've got to take better care of yourself. No more of this dying in the streets. [He puts his fingertips rather protectively over the other man's throat.]

[impure_tale]

[The Marquis turns a little to the side, slipping an arm around behind Stildyne's back, and rests his head against his chest. Perhaps it's not having his usual rapier wit to shield him, or perhaps he's simply too tired to be flippant and aloof about it. Contact with another human being simply makes him feel better right now. ...And he'll work his way up to 'infirm demands' later.]

[umgekehrt]

I can't be your pillow all day.

[It's a laughably token protest, given that Stildyne's arm comes around to support him. After how he'd found him, he'd really rather have the time to reassure himself that the Marquis is back together. So he doesn't appear to be in any particular hurry to leave.]

[impure_tale]

[It's not a grunt so much as a fast expulsion of air through his nose. About as close to a proper "hmph" of defiance that he can manage at the moment. "Is that so?" it seems to say, and he makes no move to release him.]

[umgekehrt]

Nothing but trouble, you. [His arm tightens a bit. There's one of those unfortunate wrist spasms he's been having, but he ignores it as if nothing at all happened.]

[impure_tale]

[He shifts a little, allowing Stildyne more room on the bed -- woefully small compared to the one in his room -- so that he could simply lean back against him. One of his legs dropped off the side of the mattress at the knee. At his best he was a bit more complicated than simple quiet intimacy could entertain, but a tired man with nothing to talk about and a journal of confessions and reactions to read had need of fewer things, perhaps. This was why he had told Stildyne before the port that he thought he would be all right. Because he does not awaken completely alone any longer.]

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[myfedorarocks]

What happened to you?

You were attacked off the barge?

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[impure_tale]

Many were, as I understand it.

The company there claimed that I had purchased a new set of vocal cords for which I had not paid. Ridiculous, really. I have all my original organs.

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[myfedorarocks]

That is quite disturbing.

What sort of place could do that? That doesn't seem legal in any court.

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[impure_tale]

In that world you may buy new organs, have surgical changes to your appearance, for a price. However, when people fall behind on payments the company that makes these organs sends someone to reclaim them. They do not listen to reason when you try to explain you have made no purchases.

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[myfedorarocks]

That's... Jesus.

What a world.

I am no medical doctor, so I can't offer any help. I hope there's a way to fix what's happened to you.

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[impure_tale]

Nothing that a little rest won't cure.

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[myfedorarocks]

That's good, thankfully.