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Oh my love, look and see ——

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—— the sun rising from the river.

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@IittIehoneys driver leans into her touch slightly, and tries not to miss it when it's gone too soon. when she returns he stands with a tight tension in his body and a grunt, holding his hand out to take the clothes. "thank you. bathroom..?"

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[ open rp ]

it was late, but the area wasn't dead. there were still people around, doing things. the reader gets a call just before midnight. when they pick up, for a moment there's only shuttering breaths. then drivers voice is coming through. "'m sorry." [ ++ ]

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@L33SPICS drivers face tenses a little. but he lets it be, he doesn't move away. "you didn't have to stay." he replies.

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@L33SPICS driver bites back another sound. his voice is shaky. "alley behind a bar. near the end of town." he musters. "can you- can you some gauze, or- or something?" he asks quietly.

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@IittIehoneys ;; don't look at my typo..., pls...

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@IittIehoneys driver bites his lip, swallowing. he nods just barely. it's hard to look at her without feeling a little silly. he could've handled it on his own. "if you have some and don't mind..@

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@L33SPICS driver looks at lee with tired, guilty eyes. he feels he doesn't deserve this. he melts into it anyway and his eyes flutter shut. his skin is sweaty, the towel feels really good. there's a softness to his face, a large vulnerability.

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@IittIehoneys driver doesn't know why it's such a comfort to have her next to him. he lazily rolls his head to the side to look at her. he nods. "yeah. will be, thanks to you. i'm sorry i interrupted your night."

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@L33SPICS driver let out a big sigh, relaxing just a little bit. he was bruised up too, but as bad as it looked he wasn't going to get professional help so this would have to do. he curled his arm around himself. "i'm sorry, lee." is what he breaks the silence with.

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@IittIehoneys driver picks up a strawberry and pops it in his mouth. it's not too bitter and it doesn't set off his stomach. he nods, unable to meet her eyes at all (not that his bruised face is much to look at right now.) he picks at the fruit slowly.

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@IittIehoneys driver didn't have the heart to tell her that he was unsure if he found stomach any food. but water did sound nice. he lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, curling up on himself a little as he waited.

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@IittIehoneys driver sighs. "jus' bruising." he says. he looks over her, guilt in his eyes. the worst of the bruising was visible, spanning across his ribs. "hit my head but i'm clear, i think."

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@sebafterhours_ ;; wave ,,

[sebastian. @sebafterhours_]

// Theres more of you now !! Repost repost repost

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@IittIehoneys driver sighs. they were probably ruined from the blood anyway. he leans back against the chair he's in. "'s fine." he mutters, letting her tend to him.

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@IittIehoneys driver is so drained. "thigh. y'kay if i take my pants off?" he asks seriously. he doesn't really care how bad it is if it'll make her uncomfortable or inconvenienced.

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@coltgseavers ;; woah....

[Colt seavers @coltgseavers]

// who wants this millennial corny ass

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@coltgseavers ;; HI WAVE

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;; pspsps r there any colts out there...

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@coltgseavers driver tries to take a steadying breath, his voice weak and quiet on the other end. "...alley, behind a bar near the very south end of town." he speaks slowly. he closes his eye and curls up, feeling so guilty but a little better that colts on the line with him.

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@IittIehoneys driver study's her face as she works. the fact that she's here at all, that he called, makes him a little nauseous. he feels terrible. the ones on his chest are bad, but bandages and steri-strips do the job.

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@IittIehoneys driver was able to shed his jacket on his own, the shirt wasn't very doable. he lets her cut it down the middle. he's more worried about getting his pants off to get to the gash on his leg.