Vaguely heard through dorm walls Sunday evening

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

Julian returns from having dutifully turned in his guns as ordered. He calmly walks down the hall and calmly closes the door of 209 behind him.

Muffled swearwords in multiple languages (the most prevalent being English, Russian, and oddly, Irish Gaelic) can be heard for quite some time.

It might be safe to try and cheer him up, given that his guns are gone.

Or it might not.

Comments

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Uncle, damn it, uncle!

Please, I don't wanna go to the clinic again. Cuddy's hands are cold.

*winces and grimaces*

Sorry, Julian. Julian!

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

*adds one more wrench for good measure, then lets go and pats John patronizingly on the head* Good boy. Keep that lesson in mind.

House foisted you off on Cuddy, did he? Could have been worse. God knows what harm he could inflict with that cane.