<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/>Location: in bed<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169408.msg7967624#msg7967624">Quote from: Hercinia on 30-03-2013, 00:47:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Leda exhaled slightly in a sigh of relief, she also had a quick look down at the pills to notice that they were for migraine relief. Leda gentle laid one hand on Carters arm without realizing that he was covered in the remanence of sunscreen. She quickly peeled her now oily hand off of Carters skin and tried to subtly wipe it on the bed out of Carters blinkered view. <br/><br/><strong>"Hi Carter, it's Leda. We meet briefly when I arrived. Are you going to be OK?"</strong> She questioned, hoping not to speak to sharply or bombard the poor guy with to much information as he stirred from his drug induced slumber.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Woof," he chuckled and shook his head. "Sorry. Jus' out of it. Leda, right, hi. 'M an arc... arc... Gimmie a minute." Laughing and rubbing his empty hand over his bristly face, Carter tried again. "Architect. There, that's the word. Thanks for checking on me. This whole house thing is a fuckin' trip, huh? Oh, if that stupid company rep ever shows up, I have some questions..."<br/><br/>His voice was trailing off again.