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[evite]

( broadcasting live from the dark cave that is her bedroom, skye opts for the safety of semi-anonymous texting when facing the wide open world of the network. granted, her username is literally a pun on her name, so it's not exactly the most subtle option in the world... but she's sticking to it. she thinks she's funny, anyway. )

is there a doctor in the house?

( or, you know, on the moon. )

att: my arms are killing me.jpg
if you make house calls, i'll pay double.

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[evite]

( talk about a convenient supershtick. from her perch on the couch, skye offers a weak lift of her hand; it's not quite warm and welcoming, but it's as good as it gets when her arms are currently out of commission. )

Hey. ( make yourself at home, et cetera. ) Welcome to the party.

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda manages a wry grin.] Maybe party a little less next time.

[The ice floats to the counter, where Wanda sets about putting some makeshift ice packs together, while the bag with the takeout and a drink drifts over to the couch.]

I hope you like orange chicken.

[And fried rice and an egg roll, but seriously, who doesn't?]

[evite]

Um, I'm sorry, did you live on a planet where people don't like orange chicken?

( she's offended on wanda's behalf if she did, because orange chicken is dope. it might not be True and Authentic cuisine from the heart of chinatown, but who is skye to judge when it tastes so goddamn good? )

The party was shut the hell down, too, so.

( a small shrug. her arms are bandaged up now, thanks to the good doc, but there's still a decent amount of pain if she over-extends herself. which is why, currently, she'll have to make do with gesturing weakly towards the bag of ridiculously good smelling take out. )

I'll trade you the beers in my fridge for this delivery. You don't even have to spoon feed me.

[seeingscarlet]

It sounded like you might have hit your head.

[She grins, almost done with the ice packs. The kitchen towels will have to do as insulation because there doesn't appear to be anything else.]

I brought the painkillers too, but I think you should eat a little first.

[evite]

( if it didn't come standard in this starter apartment, skye likely doesn't own it. everything is as bland and boring as it comes, because she's not sure how long she'll be here, so what's the point of spending money she doesn't have to get things she may not need? )

Do I really have to? ( yes, skye, you do. you can't just zonk out on painkillers right away. you should line your stomach so you don't hurl up your guts on the ground. ) Ugh, okay, you're probably right. Puking does not sound like a fun way to end today...

( as for the ice packs: ) Let me know if you need a hand with that, by the way. Or, like, a well-used elbow.