001 / VIDEO / Rhy$.$trongfork

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[ Rhys is already an irritable guy, and of he isn't getting a good nights sleep and his basic creature comforts he's even quicker to be a snippy asshole. He must be at a breaking point or something, cause he's really Feeling It Mr. Krabs this week.

The video clicks on, camera focusing on Rhys's face, behind him the sleeping pods from the dorm that he hasn't been lucky enough to escape for the month. ]

So hey, I've been really, really patient with this whole situation. Waaaay more reasonable than anyone deserves, but I think it's about time I put this out there:

Lack of privacy? Of fresh air- real or simulated? Of access to the infirmary, gym, or spa if there even is one on this ship- It's an infringement on human rights.

That's right, I'm suing! And all of you should too. Who's with me?

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[ Despite all his posturing and arrogance, Rhys is real easy when it comes to appealing to his looks and ego and he responds like a dumb puppydog at her mention of him being handsome, instantly perking up some.

It means he's nice and patient while she tends to him and doesn't make a fuss or any scathing remarks. ]

Uhhhh hah, well, it's never been broken. Bled, yes but no impromptu rhinoplasty.

[ Hahaa.. because no bump or crookedness right? Ha.... ]

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[Good boy, Rhys. Good boy.]

No rhinoplasty. You'll be fine, but I don't recommend you revisiting the one that got you here in the first place. You shouldn't be in the dorms.

[William.]

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[ He is a good boy :( ]

Yes! Thank you.

[ Oh my god he feels so validated right now. ]

The only reason I'm still stuck in there is some stupid challenge of Williams', like he's making some kind of bet and me getting a good nights sleep is the prize.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire frowns as she dabs some blood that got on his neck. That poor shirt. But she's frowning more at William than the mess.]

I'll talk to him.

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[ He tilts his head as she does, letting out a long sigh (but it's through his mouth so his lips go pbpbpbpbpbpbp) most of that rush of bitter wind gone from his sails. At this point he's just tired. ]

Thanks. For that and for cleaning me up.

[ And he means it? He's not always an ungreatful jackass. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[He gets a small smile from Claire. It'd probably be a full smile if the prospect of talking to William didn't drain the happiness from her soul.]

You're welcome. Once you're not bleeding, we'll clean the rest of you up and give you something for the pain.