It was Malkav's sweet harlot who began the creed of infection, you see.

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[The trouble with being dead is it becomes incredibly difficult for others to differentiate between your sleep or paralysing injury and a regular corpsified individual.

Now unfortunately Luxord isn't sleeping, but he can't do much of anything else with that stonking great piece of wood in his chest.
To top it all off, this not-quite-yet-corpsified-dead-man has ever so kindly been none-too-gently hurled from god-knows-where into a wall in a semi-populated area for nicely semi-embedded wall art.

Be a mate and pull it out? Save the poor hyphens.]

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[the words go right over his head, but he's leaning into the touch out of habit. when things start coming back into focus for him Riku finds himself staring at Luxord's feet. it's a little odd to have someone scritching near his ear, but since it doesn't hurt he doesn't object.]

Did you.. already..?

[gameofpretend.livejournal.com]

[See: until someone points out round eared peeps don't enjoy this like Kemonomimi this is default.]

I didn't need to take too much.

[captive_destiny]

[he isn't the sort to complain either way, especially not with someone like Luxord. he still feels dazed, like he's slowly coming down from a high. it's slowly filtering in that he'll have to change his clothes now, but there's no embarrassment. he's too accustomed to the feeling of being used, even if it's vague right now.]

That's... that's good.

[gameofpretend.livejournal.com]

You may still want to take a multivitamin just in case. Anaemia is no fun at all.

[captive_destiny]

Yes, sir.

[he'll need a few minutes to really get his bearings after that, and will simply sit where he is until he feels well enough to move.]