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[color=B100de][i][b]Location: [/b][/i][/color]Shadowell Manor: Music Room (Couch Left)
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Hold a little while longer? Not as if he had any choice but to hold. Indeed his hands held on, a slow seepage of blood. Had Mauve not added injury to insult up on injury, perhaps by now the clotting factors would have stopped the blood in the frantic seconds ticking each round. It was as if time slowed for Plum, and for the rest of the guests the essence accelerated. Rave's return was greeted with a half smile, expectant in aid only to be dashed away as they too dashed away. Where were the other with that doctor? Where has he gone off to now? Is there not a Doctor in the House? Aghast Plum's mind distracted itself with such musings in the precious seconds passing. To which the nearly missed podophilic request was met with a quizzical raise of a brow. Take off his shoe? How quaint of you, Sir or Madam, suggesting for someone to undress.

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"Of course do bring such linens and things,
And I shall see about removing my shoe,
Return with your findings for foot bindings,
And I suppose they should suffice to make do!"
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Not bad for a man bleeding, on the spot his tongue still twisted and turned his sing-song joviality. Perhaps his tone was mismatched for the situation he was in, but then again a jester laughed all the way to the grave. Now to remove his shoe to see the ugly truth of how deep the wound truly was. With a wince and grunt, the shone undone, the long fingers shrewdly pulling and pushing the damned thing off. Plum's efforts managed to remove the footwear without causing further injury, though the trickiness of keeping the pressure immediately on his foot there. Now a larger foot revealed, untrimmed and bare, sporting a bit of dorsal hairs. Not quite so hobbit feet, a goblin foot perhaps, yet in times like these who had the keep insight to maintain one's toenails pedicured? Surely anyone could pardon such a mess.