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Sep. 29th, 2012 08:09 pm
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Arghmph.

Oh god it hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much?

*Alastair tries to wrap the duvet around himself for comfort but freezes as the pain in his arms explodes. He opens his eyes, which thankfully aren't quite so stiff and sore, and looks around the bedroom, powerless to move. He knows who is to blame for this, who will he be calling to shout at when he finally regains easy movement in his limbs and face. In the meantime, he needs sympathy.*

Help?

Date: 2012-10-01 08:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigalcampbell.livejournal.com
Oh, thanks a lot, Fiona. You've put me right off my food.

*Despite this, Alastair accepts the bacon and eats it up in four bites.*

Don't say that like it's a bad thing. I ran the length and breadth of the horrible English countryside yesterday, I need sustenance.

Date: 2012-10-01 08:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] furiously-fiona.livejournal.com
*His pleading face is hard to resist, at least when she isn't angry with him over something.*

Oh, all right, you can have some sausage. I guess we can buy Peter some dog biscuits to make up the difference.

Date: 2012-10-01 09:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigalcampbell.livejournal.com
Hurrah! Peter won't mind, he loves dog biscuits. I assume.

Date: 2012-10-01 09:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] furiously-fiona.livejournal.com
*Fiona packs the basket while Alastair finishes his breakfast, and they drive over to the pet shop. Fiona scans the cluttered aisles until she finds the one with the bones and chew toys. She calls to Alastair over the constant screeching of the parakeets.*

See if you can find something avocado flavoured!

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