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[espigeonage]

[Specifically, from a wooden laptop toy. With a sticking backspace key.]

THis works on the weirdest things. Well i won't complain.

So I GOt something extra a while ago and now I;m having some trouble breathing lol. Thought it was a cold would go away it hasn't,. I know there;s stuff going on sorry but can I get someone to come take my niece and me to Mr. STrider's clinic? no health insurace, and I'm not handing my sisrter that bill. Pretty please? Might help if youve got a car.

[Koetsu's gonna be the one, but the entry is by no means locked.]

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text; phone

[mightymegatron]

I'm afraid I am not a taxi service.

[espigeonage]

lol, well, thanks for the clarification!

[mightymegatron]

I suppose I could send a car, but I don't know who are, so that might be a bit suspect.

[espigeonage]

true true. besides i don;t want my address out on the four corners of the network./ thansk for the thought then

text; cellphone

[angelskills]

Trouble breathing...?

I'm sorry, I don't have a car. I'd take you but I don't think using a bike is a good idea.

[espigeonage]

IT's a little dsstressing, not going to lie!

Thats' fine. lol I'd get one of my normal friends to tkae me but I can't reach my phone! Crazy luck huh?

[angelskills]

Ahhhhhhhh

How long have you been having trouble? Did it just start?

[espigeonage]

A while. idk just how long but it wasn't always totally bad. Ebbed back and forth.

[angelskills]

Maybe asthma?? Do you have asthma?

[espigeonage]

Not so far. Guess it coulda could have been something extra, but idk!

[angelskills]

Let's talk until you're able to be picked up, okay? About anything.

[espigeonage]

sure, sure. Just a sorry, the delete key on this thing is sticking, so I cn't really correct typos. Though of course that particular sentence is practically free of them, lol. Maybe I'm getting used to these keys! They don't deppress quite right.

[angelskills]

Don't worry about that. I don't mind at all! I think you're typing really well even though your delete key is sticking.

[espigeonage]

lol well I type and text a *lot* an it's adult scale, so I guess some things just transfew over. Looks like a laptop, works like one for this even though things look kind of weird on the screen. I bought it for my niece a few months go. Nit not electronic, wood. lol, I am the biggest hipster in the land.

[angelskills]

Wood? Really? I didn't even know they made toy computers like that. I know of the plastic ones but wood is new! That's pretty cool! Does she like it?

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[earnedmystripes]

[Oh. Kotetsu is torn between relieved and concerned when he sees this, recognizing the number as of that young man he'd met in the park. Julien, wasn't it? Somehow he'd thought it was more than a simple cold or something, so on one hand it's good to see that the other is doing something about it--but on the other, he sort of wishes he'd been wrong.]

I've got a car. Give me a place to pick you up from and I'll take you.

[espigeonage]

Special order for her birthday. lol, my sister didn't want to give her an electronic laptop toy. 'pretending on inert stuff works fine anyway'. She likes it! Mommy and her uncle have their own, o she does too. Good girl bringing it to me when I asked.

[angelskills]

Ah! That's so cute. She sounds precious.

[espigeonage]

I'm havi ng some trouble standing, lol. Kind of have to keel over quick. Cece doesn't get off work for a couple hoursat least and we don't keep phones where Val can get at them anymore.

Give me your number and i;ll tell you where so she can let you in. looks like I'll have to trust you huh?

[espigeonage]

She's the best. I'm all ringed with toys rn, it's ridiculous. Of course I don't mind ridiculus.

WHOOPS i messed up on the number thing ahaha let's call it a lucky guess

[earnedmystripes]

[Somewhat ironically, there's a rather sharp intake of breath on Kotetsu's end as he gets the message. That's...a lot worse than he was thinking, and he has to fight down the urge to just call 911 and foot the bill himself, because it's not like he knows the guy's address anyway.

(God, what if he doesn't make it on time? He's never there in time, he's always somewhere else, he always finds out later....)

It takes him a few moments to get enough composure to reply.]

here.

[Already, he's fumbling for his keys. And a part of him sort of wishes he were at work so he could use the police car and the siren. Traffic laws are a bitch when you're in a hurry.]

just try to take it easy, okay? and lie on your side, less strain on your lungs that way

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[espigeonage]

[That's okay, I never really get it myself.]

sure thing.

[Julien has to retype some of the numbers, but gets it soon enough. He lives on the fourth floor of a pretty decent midrise apartment building in an okay part of town.]

Usually you have to get buzzed in, but there's a key in one of the planteer trees out back. Third from the left, in the mulch right under where someone scratched a rose on the runk, unless the super just had to use it again lol.

[Private] toooo action?

[earnedmystripes]

ill be there as soon as i can

[He doesn't even bother with the capitalization or punctuation this time, as he gets into his car and starts the ignition. He'd like to keep talking to the kid until he gets there, but it's too dangerous to text while he's driving, and he just has to hope he won't be too late.

The next fifteen minutes or so are probably incredibly long for the both of them, Kotetsu growling and grumbling irritably at every red light and stop sign he hits.

He...sort of makes a mess in the planter looking for said key, but he'll apologize for it later, and makes his way into the apartment looking about as frazzled as he feels.

At the least, he manages a smile for the little girl who leads him to Julien.]

Do you think you could get on my back?

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[espigeonage]

[Valerie, a dark-haired child between three and four, hovers warily at the edge of the room, a knuckle held to her lips. Julien, on the floor with his back against the wall and with a variety of toys in his lap and nestled against his legs, is clearly splitting his attention between her and Koetsu. A moment ago he was typing inane things rapidly on the wooden laptop. He's flushed, sweating, taking rapid shallow breaths through an open mouth, and trying very hard not to look as afraid as he is just now.]

I think - you could just prop me up - and it'd be fine. Think I'm - tall enough for the, the... arm-over-the-shoulder thing?

[Julien's on the short side at five five.]

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[earnedmystripes]

[Kotetsu just gives him a Look that suggests they are not going to be doing anything of the sort. A part of him is pretty terrified too, but twelve years of working as a cop has gotten him better at keeping a level head in an emergency.]

You're definitely not exerting yourself at all till we get to Doc Strider's clinic.

[No, Kotetsu is not giving you a choice in the matter, Julien. You can either be carried the really embarrassing way, or get onto his back.]