*His voice is still soft but by the look of him Barty's words feel like a slap. He clutches the bloodied handkerchief in twisting fingers, burrowing and wrapping them in it's thin and contaminated material.*
This is not a death-manor, we're not going to die. Why do you have to be so flippant, for goodness' sake, it's horrible. These things aren't anything to make light of.
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Date: 2011-11-21 12:09 pm (UTC)*His voice is still soft but by the look of him Barty's words feel like a slap. He clutches the bloodied handkerchief in twisting fingers, burrowing and wrapping them in it's thin and contaminated material.*
This is not a death-manor, we're not going to die. Why do you have to be so flippant, for goodness' sake, it's horrible. These things aren't anything to make light of.