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[takethat]

[Thanks to Larry not knowing how to operate a stepladder correctly, Phoenix is currently laid up in bed, blue cast on his right leg, and an endless stream of whining ever at the ready.

He's also incredibly bored. Painting and drawing got old long ago, and he can't seem to stay focused on anything he tries to read. Never mind that he could probably pretty easily get out of bed and actually do something despite his (not very severely) broken leg...

He whines, over-dramatic, into the journal.]

Don't trust Larry Butz, everybody... he'll just break your bones and make you miserable...

...on a related note, come and sign my cast.

[With a bit of apprehension, he adds a filter.]



Um... Trucy? ...mind keeping your uh... old man... company for a little while?

[Good lord but he feels ridiculous even asking this of a teenager he's only just recently met.]

Comments

[whichwayyoulean]

...Well that's a heart warming sentiment right there.

[takethat]

I ought to get him back.

[whichwayyoulean]

Just point out what a creepy stalker he is, that usually works for me.

[takethat]

You know, I should. This all happened because he was trying to get me to paint a naked woman on his wall.

[whichwayyoulean]

...

Again, I find myself gripped with a great sense of not surprised.

[takethat]

[He laughs at that.]

I don't know him that well... I wonder if he torments everybody like this, or if I'm just special.

[whichwayyoulean]

Probably. He's gifted in the area of annoying people.

[takethat]

Next time I have trouble with him, I'll just... put him off on you.

[whichwayyoulean]

Wait, wait. I didn't say that.

[takethat]

Oh but you sound so much more experienced in Larry.

[whichwayyoulean]

That doesn't mean I want to actively deal with him.