Another not-yelp, and Jack panting for breath. He took a second, and carefully worked one knee. "Thank everything," he muttered, because it bent the way it was supposed to, which meant he could get around by himself. After a little nap. And his arm being put back on. Ugh. "...drugs after?" Please?
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Date: 2018-12-29 10:59 pm (UTC)