I don't suppose there was a tiger to round out the set?
[Can you hear the exasperation in his writing, Carlos. It is absolutely there.]
Renart's raining lions and bears down upon the settlement, though? Oh, dear God. She only had hedgehogs when I last saw her.
If you'd like laudanum, there should be a bottle of it in my room on the dresser.
[Again, he'll just believe it's there and trust lying to Carlos will make it so. Although, there's a strange sense that steals over him as he says this. It's been creeping up on him for sometime in the conversation and seems to become more noticeable now. He's not entirely certain what's causing it, but he just feels guilty about something.
Not helping Carlos enough? Possibly.]
Take it as you would for a small shot of scotch. No more than a finger. That should be enough.
[Which might sound a nicer then "Pushed me off the roof" but is actually just as scary.]
Okay. One finger.
[Wait, one of his finger or Monty's - Never mind, he's just going to trust it's proportionate to mass. That sounds scientific enough, right? Or at least enough that he can get to the bottle, the glass, and the drinking.]
[Monty slaps a hand to his face again. He's going to have a mark at this rate. He can't even go fuss at Renart about this. They're not on the right terms for that, but someone ought to reprimand her for that.
He decides not to comment for a moment.]
Drink some water. It should be fine. It may take a few minutes to take effect, but you should feel better after that.
[Carlos might not be better, but he'll feel it. That has to count for something.]
You might like to contact Mr. Mikado Ryuugamine, as well. I believe he's in possession of a medical kit that might have other medicines.
[There's a long, long time before the next message scrawls out. The handwriting is faint, even more jumbled then before. It's probably hard to read but at least it's short.]
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Do I even want to know why you've been hanging about with lions? Or where they've come from?
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Just one lion! Oh, and a bear and it was not my idea! I thought the roof was a much better place to observe them from.
[Another sneeze.]
The fox-lady had a different theory.
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[Can you hear the exasperation in his writing, Carlos. It is absolutely there.]
Renart's raining lions and bears down upon the settlement, though? Oh, dear God. She only had hedgehogs when I last saw her.
If you'd like laudanum, there should be a bottle of it in my room on the dresser.
[Again, he'll just believe it's there and trust lying to Carlos will make it so. Although, there's a strange sense that steals over him as he says this. It's been creeping up on him for sometime in the conversation and seems to become more noticeable now. He's not entirely certain what's causing it, but he just feels guilty about something.
Not helping Carlos enough? Possibly.]
Take it as you would for a small shot of scotch. No more than a finger. That should be enough.
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[Which might sound a nicer then "Pushed me off the roof" but is actually just as scary.]
Okay. One finger.
[Wait, one of his finger or Monty's - Never mind, he's just going to trust it's proportionate to mass. That sounds scientific enough, right? Or at least enough that he can get to the bottle, the glass, and the drinking.]
That tastes awful!
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He decides not to comment for a moment.]
Drink some water. It should be fine. It may take a few minutes to take effect, but you should feel better after that.
[Carlos might not be better, but he'll feel it. That has to count for something.]
You might like to contact Mr. Mikado Ryuugamine, as well. I believe he's in possession of a medical kit that might have other medicines.
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Carlos has no plans to go near Renart at the moment. In fact, any plans at all are starting to seem unimportant.]
Maybe. Maybe I'll just go to sleep...
[The text in Monty's book is getting sloppier.]
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[Or is that already underway? Monty's not sure at this point.]
In which we learn Scientists cannot handle their opium.
[There's a long, long time before the next message scrawls out. The handwriting is faint, even more jumbled then before. It's probably hard to read but at least it's short.]
Monty? Thanks.
Oh, Carlos...
You're quite welcome. Sleep well, and I hope your allergies feel better.