11; checking up on you. (private messages for Zev and Buffy, and spam for the pub.)

[hungryanhorny]

 [Private to Zev]

You holding up alright?

[Private to Buffy] You need another spar, B?


[Spam for the pub]

[Faith's decided she needs a break from her cabin, and it's bouncing puppy; so she's got him leashed up behind the bar, while she works on drinks; ignore the occasional yips, would you? Puppies are hard to keep quiet.]

Comments

[Private]

[love_slave]

I'm fine. I'm usually fine as soon as I know I can't be hurt again. [She knows this isn't the best thing, but it's unfortunately true.]

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady has to keep washing her hands. This is because unless they are swamped, she takes every opportunity to go ROLL ON THE FLOOR WITH THE PUPPY YAY.]

[Right now she's having what appears to be a weird little conversation with Ruby. Barks, yips, giggles and the occasional long staring session are involved.]

[Private]

[slayage]

I'm okay. Might take you up on it in a few days, though.

..This time it'll be actual sparring. [Instead of me hurting you. :|] Promise.