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I suppose if my wrists ache too much to write at the pace to which I am accustomed, I should perhaps look for other diversions to fill my time. As it is, I might benefit from a few books from the library, if anyone would be so kind as to fetch them for me.

[Spam for Riddick]

[Most of the Marquis' time has been spent in his own bed resting. He has been seen, usually around lunch time and dinner time, fetching a meal for himself and Renate in the dining hall. At these times his cane has returned to regular use, and he has not stayed long, not even to chat. Now he is once again resting, with a small pile of books at his bedside that have been read and reread many a time and now therefore lack their old luster. Renate has gone to the main deck on walks with Riddick but beyond that has, with much concern, remained faithfully at her Master's side, often sleeping with him on the bed to share her warmth with him. She is settled with him, facing the foot and the rest of his apartments beyond, including the door leading out, her ears flicking back and forth while he turns the final pages of yet another book he has read at least three times in the years he has been here. His journal sits beside him, open and awaiting further comments. He looks tired, as though he may only need a few more pages before he is able to drift off into a short nap.]

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[He sighs, clearly beleaguered. Why you do this to him, Riddick?]

You are speaking to me about this when I am infirm on purpose, aren't you?

Maybe I just need to kick some ass. Men have needs.

[His coyness is fraying at the seams. He hasn't had his cool, audibly or visibly, since the shocked, dismayed, furious moment when he was dragged away from the Marquis during the aborted breakout.]

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I'll speak with him when I'm feeling better. [A glance] I'm in no state to make any further promises.

But you might inform me: from where did these needs arise?

You cannot be shocked I have a little energy to work off after being in a traditional slam.

I had thought going running with Renate might help. [He's not about to suggest he has had other things on his mind.]

Eh.

Prefect let us in the CES.

Did he? [He raises an eyebrow -- slowly, lazily] That was very kind of him. I suppose you thanked him.

I don't actually recall. Gonna shoot me if I don't?

I could think of some other things to do, surely.

Oh, warden. And you all banged up like you are. [He sprawls out further in the bed, rolling up onto his knees over the Marquis.]

You couldn't, actually, couldja?

[The Marquis draws in a long breath, and if there are any faint stirrings, he is too tired to be aware of them. Too sore in other places. He sulks.]

Certainly not in this state. In fact it's a wonder I'm still conscious now. I was just about to doze when you appeared.

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[Riddick melts out of his threatening crouch and stretches out next to him.]

Well I ain't stopping you.

You certainly are not. I am stopping myself. [As is the rest of his body. There's a moment of silence as he strokes Renate's back.] You have been very...attentive, of late.

So I'm bored and I like being under your skin. [A shrug, as he gets more comfortable.]

So long as you're willing to accept that there are likely other reasons than that, I care not what you do, so long as it does not disturb my rest.

[It's not going to bother him to stay there. His bed has been tragically empty for some time, after all. It's taken too much time to grow accustomed again. But he'll take the moment to be serious for once.]

...With your abilities taken from you, it was quite a valiant thing you attempted. I'm grateful.

Just wanted to see if I still had it. Obviously I'm rusty.

You're a terrible liar.

Only when I don't care if you believe me.

Ain't you tired yet?

Always, of late. Why?

You can always shut up and sleep. And if you don't, I might. You got a nice bed.

I could, but then we would not be having this rather charming conversation.

[Riddick just grunts at him and pointedly wedges in a little further, pulling off his goggles and shutting his eyes. Naptime. Renate seems to agree and honestly, the way they're encroaching on the Marquis' space is similar.]

You might at least ask. [As it is, he settles between them, sighing more with resignation than anything else.]

[He cracks a silver eye and looks ironic at him. Then he seems to go to sleep-- a light doze, because he's good at getting in sleep while he can.]

[The Marquis does not take much longer to fall asleep than he does. Comfortably nestled between two warm bodies, soon the aches of his body are forgotten, even soothed and unfelt, and all is well.]

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