TEN.

[failhound]

• VOICE •

[there's silence for a few moments, and then a low growl that filters into the words that follow]

How hard is it supposed to be to find a doctor in a damn hospital? Huh?!

[another silence]

I wanna talk to one. Right now.

[click.]

[OOC: Kicked it on the 14th (please note that it was an offscreen death and thus probably not explicitly known to anyone, though you may or may not have noticed his extended absence), recently revived, stalking the hospital like a thundercloud. Feel free to poke him, but he'll probably be even more snappish than usual, whoops.

Any interested doctors please ping here!]

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[voice] 2/2

[failhound.livejournal.com]

--None of your business!!

[so, have a stock phrase]

[voice]

[i-forbid.livejournal.com]

How is it not my business? I need to know if my lost stray got himself into any trouble.

[voice] 1/2

[failhound.livejournal.com]

I'm not in trouble! [not anymore, anyway] Those stupid soldiers're gone, aren't they?

[voice] 2/2

[failhound.livejournal.com]

--And I'm not a stray or lost, dammit!!

[... maybe a tad lost. but only a tad]

[voice]

[i-forbid.livejournal.com]

[Smirk, smirk.]

Did any of them hurt you Stray? You're pretty vulnerable without your magic. [Mock concern is his forte.]

[voice]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[...]

Stop that! I told you there wasn't any trouble! At all!

[worst liar in the world! but you also won't get the truth out of him without a production in ten acts, so there]

[voice]

[i-forbid.livejournal.com]

I think someone doth protest too much.

[Your bad lying doesn't fool him for a second; he can do this all day.]