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So Athelstan rings it.

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After a bit, a talk guy opens the door from the other side and looks down at him, puzzled. "Scusi?"

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He has no idea who this is, and isn't thinking just now of what Sin said about his helpful repair-doing neighbour.

In Italian, he says, "I'm a friend of Sin's. He's in the hospital. I need to fetch some things for him."

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"Oh fuck," the tall barbarian says in English.

"Scusi," he says again, then repeats the curse in fluent if accented Italian.

"Are you the painter? What happened to him?"

What kind of accidents are caused by art and music? He has no idea.

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"He fell and hit his head", Athelstan tells him. "He's going to be OK, but the doctors want to keep him where they can watch him for the night."

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"Shit," he says again. "I'm Ragnar, I help fix stuff here. I can get you into his place and help you find stuff."

He looks down at Athelstan with bright, piercing blue eyes, as if to gauge how trustworthy he is. "You got wheels?"

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"Oh, you're Ragnar - yes, there's a cab waiting downstairs, with his friend Mags."

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"Get her up and send it away, I got this thing that drives and can take you," Ragnar says, clearly not gracing the whatever-it-is with the name 'car'. "So are you the painter, or one of the music people? You're definitely not the art history professor."

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"The painter", he answers belatedly. "Athelstan. I'll run and get her while you get some stuff together for Sin?"

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"Athelstan," Ragnar says, as if wrapping his tongue around the name for the very first time and like the mouth-feel of saying it. "I'll get the key to Sin's flat from the landlady and meet you up there?"

Checks and balances. Nobody here is a raider or anything.

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He nods.

"We'll be back in five minutes."

Time enough to pay the cabbie and come back up.

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"Yep," Ragnar says, clapping Athelstan on the shoulder and loping away, upstairs, to get the key.

He will be waiting with it by Sin's door five minutes later, and because it's late and everything must be stressful, he has a mug of coffee for each of them in his other hand, carefully bundled by the handle as not to burn his knuckles.

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Before he leaves the building, Athelstan drags the mat over to block the door from closing completely, then hurries out to the cab.

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Mags rushes to bound up the stairs at Athelstan's side, her feet bare and her heels hanging out of her belt.

She looks Ragnar up and down then at the coffee. "I have no idea who you are, but I like you already." She makes grabby motions at the coffee.

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"Ragnar," he says. "I fix stuff and got the key from the landlady."

He hands her a mug and offers the next to Athelstan.

"Long night, longer still to come."

Edited Date: 2016-11-05 01:18 pm (UTC)

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"None of us are going to get much sleep tonight", he agrees. "OK, so we need at least one set of fresh clothes, his toothbrush, what else?"

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"Pyjamas if he has some? Maybe his laptop and headphones? Or a book if he's got one handy."

She hesitates at the door. "Can you... do you guys mind finding his stuff. I don't feel comfortable entering his place without his permission. It's just... a thing with me."

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Ragnar unlocks the door.

"Phone charger!" he says. "And the cord for it. Whatever books he has by his bed, I guess?"

Edited Date: 2016-11-05 01:35 pm (UTC)

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Athelstan nods to Mags.

"We'll be right in and out, it should be easy to find the stuff he'll need. No poking around."

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She gives Athelstan's shoulder a little squeeze. "He trusts you." He gives him a little push towards the door and leans against the wall, sipping the much needed coffee.

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Ragnar walks in, finds a bag and starts gathering thing -- the phone charger isn't hard to find.

He goes through the room efficiently and with a plan.

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Athelstan heads for the bathroom, since Ragnar is taking care of the bedroom.

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