o18 ★ WHO KEEPS BEDS IN PANS ANYWAY?

[electrowhipit]

... So, I know there's like a million questions being flung around, what with recent events and all. I'm sorry to add one more, but...

What's a bedpan?

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[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

I actually figured you wouldn't, aha...


...

But I guess now would be a pretty horrific time to invite you two again, right? I'd rather we had something to eat other than beets and tap water.

[electrowhipit]

Who who? You mean Primus?

[electrowhipit]

Are you okay?

[atvaere.livejournal.com]

I'm lost.

[electrowhipit]

Maybe some other day.

[electrowhipit]

... That makes two of us.

[atvaere.livejournal.com]

I see! I'm Den!

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

Ahaha, my exact words, already said for me.

You ready to get to work? I can meet you at the hospital.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Fine. Just... damaged my pride. What's left of it.

So no. I'm missing everything.

[electrowhipit]

So we're back to square one.

[electrowhipit]

Sure. I'll see you there.

[electrowhipit]

... You said that already.

[action] Because fuck it why not, pffftahaa~

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

[Hughes will meet Jolt at the hospital. And he'll have a little basket with him! What does it have in it? Why, warm beet stew! Cuz it's freaking freezing out here. But not to worry! There's, like, seasoning and all that good stuff... Yeah, he's been trying to make it taste good for hours.

And it's paid off. Sort of. It tastes as good as a beet will taste, at this point.

And as for his, uh, stump of a hand, he's stuck his forearm in his jacket pocket.]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... I think I really hate my life.

What... do you think happens... if we don't do what we're told?

[electrowhipit]

I... I don't know.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... Ah. Well.

I'll be back, at any rate, I suppose.

[electrowhipit]

... Don't talk like that.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

I'm just... saying. There is absolutely no way I can... do this. Just... brace yourself, is all.

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[electrowhipit]

[ For his own part, Jolt spent a little time wandering around, because hell if he knew what this guy looked like.

But he finally wanders out to where Hughes is, a pair of bedpans in hand. And clean though they may be, he's handling them like they might bit him at any moment. Primus, humans were gross sometimes. ]

Uh, you wouldn't happen to be Hughes, would you?

[electrowhipit]

I know... I just... don't want to think about it.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... All right. I won't bring it up.

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[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

That's my name!

[And he raises an eyebrow at those bedpans.]

Ugh. Just toss those in the dirt for a while and come take a seat over here, huh?

[He sits at a picnic bench, taking his hands out of his pockets nonchalantly to take said seat. With his handless forearm sitting on his lap, he waves him over.]

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[electrowhipit]

[ He does as he's told, happy to get rid of those horrid things, and moves to sit down. ]

Sure. What've you got-

[ His eyes, however, are drawn to Hughes' hand- or lack thereof. It's not very tactful of him, but... he's never seen a human with a missing appendage before. ] --there?

[electrowhipit]

Can you sit tight for a couple hours? I got some more help on this whole bedpan thing, and then I'll be over to see you.

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[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

[He's just going to keep that tucked under one of the lapels of his jacket, frowning a little.]

Don't look at it. You'll spoil your appetite.

[And he sighs a little, smiling at the absurdity of it.]

Or at least, I hope you're hungry. I made a batch of beet stew, but I overshot the quantity a bit. Want some? It's pretty damn good, if I can say that about my own food.