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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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[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.