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[guppy_sandhu]

There is space in the infirmary tonight for people who did not decide to follow standard safety instructions when they went to the roller disco.

[ooc: Visiting post for Autor and anyone else wounded. If anyone needs Guppy please see the first aid in the original post.]

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[herr_bookman]

"See, that's the popular misconception that everyone has?" Autor says, adjusting his glasses in a huff. "He's not going to eat anyone here, or break any of the rules. He values this place too much. But no, as tempting as it is to send you after him to go do... something, I figure it'd be an exercise in futility."

[vyvyan]

"Yeah well..." Vyvyan picks a Satsuma off the fruit bowl at the side and peels it. "He's clearly picking on you. Got some sort of power over you."

[herr_bookman]

"Which is none of your business," Autor says, his words clipped. "I can handle him just fine."

[vyvyan]

"Fine, keep your knickers on." Vyvyan says, getting up and dropping his orange peel on the floor.

[herr_bookman]

"You shouldn't leave that there for the rats, you know," Autor says, wrinkling his nose.

[vyvyan]

"Oh, yeah." Vyvyan kicks it under his bed instead.

"If you don't want help with Lecter, time to man up, kid."

[herr_bookman]

"Thank you, Vyvyan for your marvelous assessment of the situation," Autor says, shaking his head.

[vyvyan]

Shrug. "Get help then."

[herr_bookman]

Autor stiffens. "I'll consider it. But not from you."

[vyvyan]

"Yeah well." Vyvyan shrugs again and slopes off towards the door. "I don't really care, it's your loss."

He would have enjoyed kicking Hannibal's arse mind.

[herr_bookman]

Autor waits until he leaves, and flops back on his bed, throwing an arm over his face. Where was Vyvyan when I thought I was paranoid? he wonders bitterly. And why shouldn't I accept his help now?

He sighs, and makes a note to thank the rats for chasing Hannibal off.