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Joseph looked up at the man who'd kicked him in the side, listening to what he was saying. After a moment, he recognised him as one of the people from Swan Song, the one who got tackle-kissed by the frivolously dressed blonde man.

"I'm... This is your yard then?" He asked, his voice little more than a tired rasp at this point. "Sorry, I hadn't planned to collapse here, but my legs kind of stopped working. I haven't really... eaten... over the last week. Like, [i]at all[/i]... But assuming you're paying, I'd be glad to take you up on that. You know, so I don't die."

Shakily, he managed to push himself up off the ground, although his legs wobbling made it difficult.

"You're boyfriend won't get jealous and misunderstand though, will he?" He asked, the ghost of what might have once been a smirk on his face. "He seemed pretty clingy on Monday..."