Thank God for Insurance.

[xp_roulette]

So, the dentist fixed the tooth that got cracked in half when the super-strong nigh-invulnerable guy punched me in the face with his sword. It's fantastic, I can't feel the left side of my face.

Unfortunately, the receptionist also gave me a concerned look and slipped me a pamphlet to the local battered women's shelter. I don't think she bought my usual cover story of "I'm really into cage fighting." I'm probably going to have to come up with a new one.

Comments

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

I don't believe you, but I'm going to pretend I do. I'd offer you waffles but I assume eating isn't something you'd be doing too well with at the moment.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

Since the novacaine wore off and the painkillers kicked in, I'm all yours.

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

I may be slightly shoddier company than I was the last time, actually. But I think you earned waffles anyway.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

You spoil me.

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure somewhere in the friend contract there's a stipulation that says it's my duty to spoil you with waffles until you have someone in a position which has higher spoiling requirements such as a boyfriend or manservant.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

Boyfriend and manservant? Aren't they the same thing?

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

Remind me to never, ever date you. Not that it was ever likely to happen, but just in case.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

Awwww.

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

Don't "Awww" me. I fail for manservant. My attention span wanders away too often. One day we'll buy you a slave and then all your dreams will come true.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

How about we just get me waffles, ne?

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

Waffles, right. Post haste, er, or whatever.