[Laurence just looks Even More Concerned. Does this poor man have amnesia? Is he just really traumatized? Who knows, but he's also already writing off the strange grey skintone as part of it. He gestures to that chair.]
Perhaps you ought to sit down. You are welcome to recuperate here for now, and we will try to discover what happened.
[Temeraire whispers, which actually is about the volume of several people shouting at the top of their lungs.]
You ought to tell him about truly being a vampire.
[A chair...oh, goodness a chair! He never thought he'd be so happy to see a chair in his whole life! Without hesitating, Maurice stumbled for it but before his ass could touch the seat, the thunderclap that was Temeraire's helpful suggestion knocks him sideways. He hits the ground and throws his arms across the chair seat.]
[Good enough.]
Y...yeah. There's that. I'm gonna be honest with you, man, I aint normal by a long shot but I don't mean none a' yall no harm. I have the worst hangover, you don't even know. It was Thanksgiving before I woke up under that shrub...that's happened right? Thanksgiving?
Temeraire, if you would talk from a little farther away...
[Laurence doesn't even try to tell him not to talk, he knows that's not gonna happen. He hurries over to where Maurice fell to try and help the poor man onto the chair properly.]
[He absolutely does not believe the vampire thing. He's going to assume that Maurice is suffering from the probable shipwreck, drunkenness, or heat exhaustion. Or probably all three.]
I...am not sure what you mean by it, is it an American holiday? The date is February the sixteenth, if that helps you.
[He notes the man's accent and thinks better of bringing up the Revolutionary War. Just in case. Now properly seated he rubs his face.]
February...February.
[He's lost days at a time but never months.]
I'm more lost than I thought...soon as I get my head on straight again, I'll get outta ya'lls hair. Thank your dragon for gettin' me out from under that bush. If I had stayed much longer, I'd be ashes by now.
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[Maurice's eyes then move beyond Laurence and look lost. Was he on a ship? In a car? No he was...]
---I was dying I think.
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Perhaps you ought to sit down. You are welcome to recuperate here for now, and we will try to discover what happened.
[Temeraire whispers, which actually is about the volume of several people shouting at the top of their lungs.]
You ought to tell him about truly being a vampire.
[HE'S BEING HELPFUL c:]
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[Good enough.]
Y...yeah. There's that. I'm gonna be honest with you, man, I aint normal by a long shot but I don't mean none a' yall no harm. I have the worst hangover, you don't even know. It was Thanksgiving before I woke up under that shrub...that's happened right? Thanksgiving?
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[Laurence doesn't even try to tell him not to talk, he knows that's not gonna happen. He hurries over to where Maurice fell to try and help the poor man onto the chair properly.]
[He absolutely does not believe the vampire thing. He's going to assume that Maurice is suffering from the probable shipwreck, drunkenness, or heat exhaustion. Or probably all three.]
I...am not sure what you mean by it, is it an American holiday? The date is February the sixteenth, if that helps you.
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[He notes the man's accent and thinks better of bringing up the Revolutionary War. Just in case. Now properly seated he rubs his face.]
February...February.
[He's lost days at a time but never months.]
I'm more lost than I thought...soon as I get my head on straight again, I'll get outta ya'lls hair. Thank your dragon for gettin' me out from under that bush. If I had stayed much longer, I'd be ashes by now.