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Post by Grantaire on Aug 15, 2008 16:08:23 GMT -5
Stunned, he sat up and found the thing by touch, holding it up and mindlessly fastening it into place when Julian got into position before it.
"Is that why...its...again? I'm terribly thirsty, monsieur Julian...terribly cold as well."
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Post by Julian on Aug 15, 2008 16:11:51 GMT -5
*Julian was instantly more tactile, turning back to the man and looking him over. His hands were on him, prodding curiously.*
"I'm not sure. I wasn't expecting you to return to it, so..."
*He pulled some things, trying to close the gap.*
"The metal might conduct heat faster. We shall have to see if clothing helps."
*He frowned.*
"Thirst...I am unsure about. Perhaps it is psychosomatic."
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Post by Grantaire on Aug 15, 2008 16:16:16 GMT -5
"Ow!" He swatted at the man's hands for a moment before letting him continue.
"It is not! My throat is dry, can't you hear how scratchy my voice is? Why aren't I bleeding with that big hole in my chest--what did you do with my blood?" this seemed important, somehow...it was his blood, after all. He was pretty sure he needed it...
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Post by Julian on Aug 15, 2008 16:18:01 GMT -5
*Julian stilled mind correction, considering things. The he walked to the corner of the room and poured a glass of water from a pitcher. He returned with it, offering it to Grantaire.*
"Try this."
*As if that was the only explanation that was needed.*
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Post by Grantaire on Aug 15, 2008 16:22:02 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes a bit (why were they so heavy?) and took the glass, gulping down the water quickly. It flowed into whatever system Julian had created and pooled in a reservoir where the man's kidneys had been. He felt better instantly, and after a few moments began to warm.
"Thank you, that's exactly what I was trying to tell you, monsuier "psychosomatic.""
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Post by Julian on Aug 15, 2008 16:25:33 GMT -5
*Julian frowned.*
"I assumed you meant alcohol. It is the only beverage you have ever requested of me. And you asked for it so frequently, I had no reason to assume different."
*He shrugged.*
"You are functioning more properly then?"
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Post by Grantaire on Aug 15, 2008 21:22:22 GMT -5
That certainly quieted him with embarrassment and he frowned, muttering. "When one is truly parched he doesn't drink alcohol to remedy it...I feel warmer, I suppose. Vision's clearing up."
He assumed Julian would stitch him closed, and that it would probably be uncomfortable.
"Where are my clothes?" This time some slight color did rise in his cheeks and ears and he pulled a sheet from the bed to cover himself.
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Post by Julian on Aug 16, 2008 11:27:14 GMT -5
*Julian looked confused for a moment, but pointed to a pile in the corner of the room. They had not been a high priority (as he assume Erik would want his own clothing) and they had yet to be washed.*
"Would you not prefer that I close you first?"
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Post by Grantaire on Aug 16, 2008 11:31:52 GMT -5
"I would prefer to put on some pants, I think!"
He stood from the bed and padded over to the pile. Of course, what was there was filthy and a bit tattered and smelled of sickness. Grantaire changed his mind and came back, sheepishly.
"If I could only borrow some..." The little man sat again so that Julian could finish stitching him up or whatever.
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Post by Julian on Aug 16, 2008 11:35:17 GMT -5
*Julian pursed his lips, kneeling to work on sealing the man back up. It was relatively quick work, but delicate.*
"Perhaps there is some extra clothing in a spare room. I will look when I am finished."
*He leaned closer, over Grantaire's lap as he fidgeted some pieces into place.*
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Post by Grantaire on Aug 16, 2008 11:38:00 GMT -5
The drunkard leaned back uncomfortably, even with the sheet covering him, he still cupped his hands over his more delicate bits.
"How long was I...er...dead for?"
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Post by Julian on Aug 16, 2008 11:41:23 GMT -5
*Julian had always had difficulties with time. He shrugged, pausing a moment.*
"For a while. Long enough for the important parts to be replaced."
*His work moved lower, towards Grantaire's navel.*
"Please move your hands. I need better access."
*His eyes never moved from their workspace.*
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Post by Grantaire on Aug 16, 2008 11:46:19 GMT -5
"What? What important parts--you're not 'replacing' anything Down There, and I'm certainly not giving you any kind of access. Just do whatever it is you're doing and find me some pants, please."
He pushed his hands down, at least, so that the sheet just barely covered him, and he couldn't imagine needing to be any more exposed than that to have his chest sewn up.
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Post by Julian on Aug 16, 2008 11:51:12 GMT -5
*Julian frowned.*
"But...you would prefer everything...fully functional, correct?"
*He arched a brow, his hands frozen in their work.*
"I merely need to ensure that all the springs are properly aligned."
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Post by Grantaire on Aug 16, 2008 11:54:55 GMT -5
"I hardly see how that matters, it's not as if I'm...er...using the thing!"
Really, the risk of impotency was more appealing than the idea of the eerie man prodding around in his nethers making 'adjustments'.
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