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Who: Whoever's passing by
When: Day 34, getting on toward night
Where: Just outside Apartment O
What: Lots of blood :|a

[A kid in yellow who's looking a bit unsteady on his feet has managed to rig a smallish lizagon to hang mostly upside-down from the top of their open door. He's bleeding it out into a cookpot, and by this point, he's leaning pretty heavily on the wall.]

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No. I can handle the rest.

[Considers a minute, then dips the pot into the spider shell to take some of the blood out.]

If we pushed it together, I bet you'd be done pretty quick. It'd be efficient!

I said it already- I'm being scored on how I do this.

"Efficient" seems like a good way to do it. Who's this for, anyway?

Verinne. She has doors.

Most of the snoring's coming from your room, you know.]

I want them more for privacy.

From the other two people sleeping with you?

[Starting to drag the pot toward the shrine room again.]

Think about that while I'm gone. When I get back, you can tell me how it's supposed to work while we're sharing a room.

Well--

.............[thinking]

[Back in a little bit, looking worse than before.]

You're gonna sleep in the closet, and the new door is to close it off?

I'm going to keep sleeping in the room, and the new door is to separate the room from the rest of the apartment.

Barring your roommates, it's not that loud at night, is it? I just don't see that it's worth killing yourself over.

It's for safety more than noise, if you have to know.

[Dipping the pot again. :|b]

Then my point stands even stronger. Stop that before you pass out. [grabs his wrist to stop him]

[Tries to jerk away. :|b]

If I don't finish it now, this will have been a waste of time.

[nerope, I am stronger than you even without blood loss and/or whatever all's wrong with you]

I'll finish it. You watch this stuff. You need every last drop, don't you? No one else is gonna squeeze out your lizagon.

Cheer- I'm serious.

I'm serious.. You're going to be bowled over by a strong breeze going through the hallway.

[pulls the pot from his hands and fills it herself, lugging it towards the shrine room]

[Following, one hand on the wall. :|]

If I don't get everything I asked for after all this-

[picking up the pace bluh it is heavy]

Wahh wahh wahh.

Would you just let me do it?

[w-wavers]

I can handle it. You just keep managing from back there.

Cheer, I mean it.

[Going to grab ahold so he is at least helping. And by helping, I mean not actually helping very much at this point.]