"And what do you get from me?" Rus asks patiently. He frowns, trying to recall. It was a long time ago and..."I just sort of moved them where I wanted them to go," he finally says, wiggling his fingers by way of demonstration.
"Yes," Rus says firmly. "If it's catching my nightmares, I kind of like to see that it's working." He cocks his head. "What was that you were saying about lurid?"
"Well, you just let me know if and when you need some." He pats Severus on the shoulder.
Rus, who had indeed been protesting the idea of him getting sick from drinking, is slow on the uptake, even with the wink. Then he tries to remember what you're supposed to do if you are getting sick. He thinks of the last person he punched in the stomach. "OOH!" Rus bends over, clutching his belly. He staggers a few steps and bumps into Sev. He groans, loudly.
Me too, except you need an olympic weight-lifter to move it for you. Oh dear. Now I feel a bit sorry for her. :\ Well, obviously the other tenants know you're not making excessive noise, else they would have heard it themselves. OK. Sounds like you need it more. ;) AWWWW!! *adds my own squishes* In Detroit, if you don't have a car, you're basically screwed. They have a very inadequate and unreliable public transportation system, courtesy of the auto unions. I always hated that they'd come plow just when you finished shoveling the driveway. Then you had to re-dig out the end so you could get in and out. :(