《 Roman 》<br/>Location: Abendblume<br/>Present: Rebel<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>Roman watched passively as the scene unfolded in front of him. It was predictable that Marcia would hover over her brother. She always had and probably always would. It was a family bond that seemed to have escaped the Hale siblings who were more bonded by their last name than giving any real fucks for each other as brothers and sisters.<br/><br/>His eyes returned back and forth to the guard, or whatever he was. Roman didn't have a clue nor did he really give a shit; the guy was just one of three reasons why he was down in the infirmary in the first place. Armando and that yoga guy were the other two. His return glances were as closed off as his body language and it wasn't until Rebel said his piece and moved that he really even acknowledged the man as an individual. The instinct to offer a response with just as much snark as Roman perceived Rebel's question about tongue depressors to be was strong but he simply shifted in his position with a strong aura of 'whatever'.<br/><br/>"Marcia," he called over to Armando's sister with an air of familiarity. He'd known her in some capacity for most of his life but had never really gotten close to her or her brother like Ray and Amira had. "Just take care of Armando and that girl. I'll monitor this one." While he'd much rather had just gone back to bed, the easy effort would have been made and his father or Dr. Frasier wouldn't have anything to bitch about.