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[dredefulchilde]

You may have noticed the stacks of IV bags filled with blood in the refrigerator. Those are mine. I suffer from a rather peculiar form of anemia, and I require regular transfusions in order to remain healthy. I need that blood to live. If you tamper with them, I will make you wish for death.

-J. Fitzthomas

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[dredefulchilde]

[He feels like this is the millionth time he's said it today:]

The bags are sterile. If you have any other solutions to my conundrum that keep me alive and healthy, I'd be glad to hear them.

[internetsexsymbol]

Hey, don't give me that look, kid! What if something gets on those bags? Do you want to inject milk into your bloodstream?

[He reopens the fridge, checking if there's any physical compartments that separate produce from each other.]

If we don't have a medical fridge on this stupid train, we can at least keep the medicine away from the food. Let's see--Why is there so much salmon in here?

[dredefulchilde]

[Another eyeroll is in order.]

There is no way for the milk to get inside the bags. The plastic is an impermeable barrier, you ass.

[internetsexsymbol]

[Too late, Reigen already has an armful of citrus fruit that he's forcibly relocating to elsewhere.]

Yeah, ok, impermeable until the whole car shifts into overdrive again and one of these oranges smacks into it too hard--

Watch your language! You're seven, who taught you that?!

[He points at Joss for emphasis, and one of the oranges falls to the ground and rolls away. Not helping your credibility, Reigen.]

[dredefulchilde]

I’m ten, and you’re being ridiculous.

[internetsexsymbol]

Still too young for that language!

[He puts the fruit that hasn't rolled away from him in a bowl.]

Excuse me for being cautious around what you need to live, kiddo...whatever, the lemons don't need to be refrigerated anyway. I'll call this a success.

[dredefulchilde]

...That's an orange.

Also, the only people with the authority to police my language are either dead or otherwise not here so I shall defer to them and not to you.

[internetsexsymbol]

I know what an orange is!

[What even are these fruit? He assumed that they were citrus, but looking at them closer...they look strange. Reigen isn't about to eat them to find out. Maybe later.]

Jeez, where the heck are your parents--right, not here. Duh. How many unsupervised children do we have here, this is ridiculous...

[dredefulchilde]

Dead. My parents are dead.

[Long dead, but the madman accosting him with citrus fruits doesn't need to know that.]

[internetsexsymbol]

...oh.

[The awkward silence is only punctuated by another fruit rolling across the kitchen floor.]

Ok, forget what I said. You get one curse word in your vocabulary for each dead parent. That's two more than most kids get, so I think it's a good deal.

[dredefulchilde]

Oh, fuck off.

[internetsexsymbol]

And that's your second one! Good choice, kid!