Oh, help!

[rabidfangirl]

Some kind soul, please come! Lord Boromir is injured!*fusses over the steward

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((*Bursts out laughing* Poor boy.))

[canonboz]

Sweet Eru on a jumping stick, lady, I'll be fine! It's just a small injury, a slight bit of pain. Nothing serious! I just need to sit down for a short while, that's all. Wince, both over the injury, and the Fangirl. Rabid doesn't even -begin- to describe her!

((My revenge on him for dying in canon.))

[rabidfangirl]

*helps Boromir into a seat (well, hinders might be a better word)*

Darling, what should I do? Do you need some ice? Some cool wash cloths? Some opium?

((It's not his fault, poor Boz. *Hugs him*))

[canonboz]

Winces in pain, but is too concerned with his pain to protest her "help" too much. Once he's settled, he grabs her collar, yanks her close, and speaks through clenched teeth. I need you to get me some ice, some cold water, and to get. The hell. Away. From. ME. If looks could kill...

((I know. I know. *sighs and weeps for him*))

[rabidfangirl]

*blithely ignorant*

Of course darling.

*darts in to give him a quick peck on the cheek*

Now I know you must be perishing for feminine attention, my dear, but the only way you'll get medical attention is if you let go of my bodice.

*smiles coyly, eyes sparkling with mischief*