[God you suck, Shane. He likes you and everything, as much as he likes anybody anywhere anyway, and better than some, but you still suck. It takes him forever to read the damn text, and after that only about half of it actually makes any kind of sense to him. He was dead, because he wasn't doing anything, he's in pain, and he wants to work. It's the gist, anyway. It's enough to get him to the infirmary, and at least there he figures he doesn't have to deal with trying to read...whatever it is Shane's typing.
So it'll be a few minutes, but he eventually wanders in, glancing around until he finds the guy and stalks over. He gives a half smile.]
Hey. I'd say you look like shit but I bet you know that already. What the fuck happened?
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Date: 2012-12-20 01:46 pm (UTC)From:So it'll be a few minutes, but he eventually wanders in, glancing around until he finds the guy and stalks over. He gives a half smile.]
Hey. I'd say you look like shit but I bet you know that already. What the fuck happened?