closed; dr sexy, m.d.
vialhazards
It hurts to be rolling on the dirt all the time, and honestly Add is unsure of what to do with the cuts on his face, dried or still fresh. He could wipe off the muck, yeah, but there’s no way he could clean all of the blood without bandages and clean water and he has been shit outta luck on that front.
He picks at his coat, which is inevitably going to start unravelling soon if he keeps rolling in the dirt like a mutt. Maybe if he could get someone to run errands for him....
The figure crosses his field of vision is just in line with his thoughts. Forgetting temporarily that his balance is garbage at the moment, Add rises to his feet, and then immediately seizes the thin pole sticking out of the ground for support, wobbling for the two seconds he tries to balance himself. Shit.
“You! Tell me what you know of this place-- and where I can find a screwdriver!”
