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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 23, 2012 17:42:41 GMT -5
Doom watched him fall asleep again. It took him a moment to realize the mild discomfort under his mask was his brow creased with worry.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 23, 2012 23:45:41 GMT -5
Tybalt didn't wake up until 5:30 in the evening, and by then the headache was a dull throb, though he was mightily thirsty and still a bit sore.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 23, 2012 23:49:02 GMT -5
The plate of brunch had been replaced with something resembling dinner, and Doom's maps put aside in favor of a replica of Veidt's prosthetic hand. He had intentions of improving on it, to make up for the shoddiness of the local rail system.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 23, 2012 23:52:11 GMT -5
Tybalt stole furtive glances at Doom, then, too hungry to think too long on whether or not he'd be reprimanded for not requesting permission first, began to eat ravenously.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 24, 2012 21:40:32 GMT -5
He thought of reminding him not to bolt his food, but any more correction than strictly necessary seemed like cruelty and the thought of Tybalt trying to take that advice to heart despite a youthful appetite was too sad. What a miserable creature Doom had become with the introduction of tender sentiments.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 24, 2012 21:45:55 GMT -5
At some point he became aware of Doom's stillness being an alertness instead of an ignorance of Tybalt's presence, and he froze, forkful nearly to his mouth, like a dog startling at a shotgun.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 24, 2012 21:48:05 GMT -5
"I didn't request for you to stop. You may continue."
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 24, 2012 21:49:14 GMT -5
He finished in short order.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 24, 2012 21:56:06 GMT -5
"Your medication's there as well," Doom said with an attempt at a careless air, as if he hadn't gone and gotten it for him.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 24, 2012 22:00:44 GMT -5
Tybalt took it and drained a glass of water, one hand to hold it up, the other cupped tightly over the edge of it, though that did not prevent rivulets from running down his chin and veined throat.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 24, 2012 22:01:48 GMT -5
Doom swallowed and went back to his hand-dismantling for a moment to regain his masterful composure.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 24, 2012 22:04:00 GMT -5
He impatiently picked up a napkin and mopped roughly at his neck.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 24, 2012 22:05:05 GMT -5
"Are you feeling at all improved?"
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 24, 2012 22:06:13 GMT -5
Tybalt shrugged by way of responding, hurriedly slipping to the edge of the bed and putting his legs over, finding his boots from the night before and pulling them on quickly.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 24, 2012 22:09:25 GMT -5
"As far as your underlings are concerned, you drank yourself into the sick bay."
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