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[revealedfangs]

Is- Is this on? Oh, I see!

Ahem!

You have reached Fang Baskerville, possibly with the intent on leaving a message. Do so, and I'll get back to you shortly.

... Is that really all?

[Beep.]

Comments

[goldilocked.livejournal.com]

What's wrong with him?

[He asks, standing up to follow Tove -

But the wound twinges; it's starting to bleed.

But Tove is there, and he wants to pet him....

Hmmm.]

[revealedfangs.livejournal.com]

[Fang takes Jack's wrist to keep him down.]

Nothing. Tove, come here.

[The chain shuffles back and would begrudgingly let Jack cuddle and pet him.]

[goldilocked.livejournal.com]

[MRRRR MOE BADGER COME TO JACK -- ]

He's adorable! Aren't you adorable? You aaaare!

[He croons, wincing as he tries to lift the Chain upwards. Jack reaches for the bandages, then - they might help him move better.]

[revealedfangs.livejournal.com]

[ASKLHKFLJ SCARY

But Tove is going to crawl into your lap, Jack, just so you stay there.]

Again, please try to stay still, Jack.

[Once Jack (hopefully) listens, he'll apply a smear of neosporin to the injury and a fresh pad slightly damp with peroxide as well. Then he'll take the bandages to begin wrapping up his shoulder.]

[goldilocked.livejournal.com]

[WELL it's not like he'd died from severe wounds or anything...

Oh wait.]

Oh goodness, I'll probably need to wash off my sword properly, too. [He does sit still, to his credit.]

[revealedfangs.livejournal.com]

I'll do that for you. You should get some rest after this.

[He secures the last of the bandages with a pin.]

[goldilocked.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head childishly.]

But the sun. I don't want to waste it.

[revealedfangs.livejournal.com]

I'm not letting you go out at night, Jack.

[goldilocked.livejournal.com]

You're not my father!

Or my mother.

[He whines.] I can go out when I want!

[revealedfangs.livejournal.com]

You're right, but you are a guest in this house, thus you are now under my guard. You'll only just get yourself killed, Jack.

[goldilocked.livejournal.com]

Does that matter? You do want me dead.

[revealedfangs.livejournal.com]

... Not like this.