Stir Crazy

[rafe_gandillon]

*up and about*

*antsy*

*is healing fairly quickly, though the wrist and foot are still trapped in their respective brace and flexi-cast*

*dressed with unusual inelegance in a t-shirt, socks, and track suit trousers*

*staring out the window at the pale moon-bathed landscape...unaware that even now, at this very moment, I'm being discussed behind my back

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[teresa_lanti]

*enters and puts down a satchel*

Out of bed are we? What did I tell you about that?

[rafe_gandillon]

*doesn't seem to have heard you*

Do you know how long it's been since I was out there? Running with the night pounding in my veins, and the scent of the hunt like a fire in my lungs?

[teresa_lanti]

*sternly, approaching you*
Not long enough for you to heal. Back into bed with you.

*softening a little* I know you miss it. You must be patient.

[rafe_gandillon]

*scoffs softly*

You know? How could you if you've never done it? You're just like that stupid meat-doctor; what does he know? He's not Garoux.

*opens the window, eyes glinting with a terrible eagerness*

I can do it. It's been weeks. A good run's a better cure than stale stinking air any night.

*backs up a bit, ready to take the open window at a limping gallop*