[House's throat is raw from singing and crying and trying to talk. But that doesn't particularly matter right now. Kid is here. That means there's an opportunity to screw with him, to try to piss him off enough to break him. He drops the capless marker he's been using to try to draw eyes again. Mostly there are a bunch of disconnected, jagged lines and misshapen circles around the floor of his cell. Having no hands and being blind makes this an extremely difficult obsession to satisfy.
In addition to all of that, House is feverish to the touch, he's shivering and covered in a thin sweat. His skin is extremely pale. His words are a bit garbled thanks to his cut tongue, but he makes an effort to articulate.]
Not interested in anything from a lopsided beanpole. You only broke one of my arms. Nice symmetry, jackass.
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In addition to all of that, House is feverish to the touch, he's shivering and covered in a thin sweat. His skin is extremely pale. His words are a bit garbled thanks to his cut tongue, but he makes an effort to articulate.]
Not interested in anything from a lopsided beanpole. You only broke one of my arms. Nice symmetry, jackass.