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[hispoisonsmile]

[ the sound of electricity buzzing, but then a small, tired, triumphant laugh ]

Aha-- you thought you were going to get me, didn't you? Terrible little contraption..

[ slender fingers curl around it, and lift the communicator away from what appears now to be sheets. cesare is propped up in a bed in what looks like one of the hospital rooms. he

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[13sugars]

[Give him a heart attack out of worry, why don't you?]

What are you doing in the hospital?! I turn away for ten seconds and you end up in the hospital!

[hispoisonsmile]

[ musingly ]

I suppose I might have died. I don't precisely remember how I got here. [ nose wrinkles up at the bridge ] How morbid.

[13sugars]

Don't talk like that! Since when have you last eaten? Did you get sick? Why didn't you tell me?!

[Yeah, yeah he's coming over don't worry]

[hispoisonsmile]

.. Because I knew that you'd fuss just like you're fussing right now.

[ a sigh, leaning back against the pillows again. sleepily: ]

Don't panic so, my dear. I'm fine.

[witchoftheweek]

Ah, thank you. Please don't exert yourself though if you are ill.

[hispoisonsmile]

Thank you for your patience, Miss Knowledge.

[witchoftheweek]

It is no trouble. I am all to aware as to how illness can incapcitate a person.

[13th_crusader]

[He can't believe he's asking this but...]

Are you unwell, Monsignor?

[hispoisonsmile]

[ brief, weary laughter ]

I have had better days, Archbishop. I will be fine with a little rest, though. Thank you.