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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]

( he sounds like coulson. knowing too much but wanting to let her have her dignity, leaving the conversation open for her to explore if and when she's ready to. the mental comparison stings a bit; she's grateful for the attentions to her bruising, if only for the excuse to keep her gaze down. )

Yeah? ( he's been willing to fetch ice for a perfect stranger and didn't poke fun at her cookie cache. she can admit those are two checks in the pro column, at least. ) Good to know. Thanks.

( for now, though... maybe safer just to focus on the immediate options. she could use some company. )

I don't know if you had plans or anything after your good cop ice delivery, but I was going to finish my cheesy action movie marathon if you're interested?