Padma Medhani Patil (sweet_lime) wrote in afic, @ 2011-07-06 08:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !owl, character: adrian pucey, character: padma patil, player: sarah, player: stacey |
I've gone back home this morning. I would have said goodbye, but I wasn't sure if you were even back from whatever idiotic thing you decided to go do after curfew. You can show me you're alive later. Also, I've confiscated your Falmouth sweats. I'm just cleaning them; you'll get them back! And I promise I will not wear my Puddlemere knickers underneath them. Thank you for letting me stay with you. I'm certain it imposed upon all sorts of personal boundaries, but I really am grateful. And I hope I can make it up to you one day. There aren't many people I trust right now, but I hope you know that your are implicitly considered amongst those that I do. For what it's worth. Also, I was not, in any way, joking or lacking seriousness when I asked you to help me retrain my body. (Not sexually. You've done that very well already. Pat yourself on the back. Proud of yourself? Good, now refocus on the current subject.) What I mean is, I was in bad physical shape before I got my arse handed to me the Friday before last, and I'm not letting it happen again. I've let my health fall to the wayside since I returned in March. If I need to come to the Falmouth stadium after your practice everday, I will. I do not want to interrupt your schedule. However, I will pay you whatever you think is fair compensation for your time. Do let me know you aren't hurt, though, and that you made it home safely last night. I'm not as good at healing spells as you are, so if you're hurt you're… shit out of luck? Is that the phrase? —Padma P.S. I've been told these are the good brands. |
[OOC: The owl bears a package. Wrapped carefully inside are a decent bottle of whisky, and a new jar of healing balm and and a bottle of pain potion, the same brand Adrian kept on hand.] |