[So his words drag a little at the edges, which could just be the pain medication, but he sounds pretty damn out of it too and that's all concussion. But other than being concussed and banged up - nasty bruises, broken rib or two, nothing big - he's fine.
Oh yeah except for that alone in his room and jacked up on pain pills part.]
[If hearing his name said like that doesn't give him a big stupid grin. Which stays right there in the ten seconds it takes for him to process that question, drops when he answers.]
Mm. Got back from Medbay... Can I visit? Wanna nap.
voice; noon-ish on the 4th
Oh yeah except for that alone in his room and jacked up on pain pills part.]
Mm, hey... s'Netherlands.
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[There's a voice he hasn't heard in a bit. Where u been, bro?]
You're calling me... Is something wrong?
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Mm. Got back from Medbay... Can I visit? Wanna nap.
[Cashing in that raincheck.]
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Isn't that place where you go when you're sick?
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[And a muffled "oof" as he loses his balance putting on his football shorts and falls into the dresser.]
1/2
What]
--What's a baton...?
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[AGAIN, YOUR NAME IS SPOKEN. But with concern.]
Are you okay?
[no he's got this, give him a sec]
Did you drink a lot of beer??
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I'm fi-
[STATIC-LOUD BURST OF LAUGHTER
which
is soon cut off with a vicious curse and some shallow breathing.]
No... [Though he still sounds amused.] Got hit too damn hard in the head, kid.
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Serious face is a-go.]
That's not funny!
[NOT FUNNNNNAAAAAAY]
Someone hit you?! Who'd do something like that?? Does it hurt? Are you okay??
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I'll tell ya when I get up there.