[Fuck. The first time D'Artagnan had been here, he'd made it back to his home sufficiently on his own, without reason to seek assistance, nor fear of not doing so. He was a Dominant then, and hadn't been kept as long as they'd seen fit this time, waiting until he'd shown signs of obvious disturbance and discomfort, and until it had gotten dark, to send him back out in the cold, roughly, and he's quite certain they'd intended for him to slam his face against the icy sidewalk as they'd shoved him away from the entrance, but his reflexes weren't completely shot and he'd managed to catch himself, though his wrist aches now and the the ice and snow has seeped into his pants at the knees and shins, cold and damp. Scurrying away from the SLUT centre, he holes up in an alleyway, leaning against the frozen bricks and ankle deep in a snowdrift, digging out his device with shaking fingers, the tips already pale and half numb from the cold. He fumbles his way through calling McCoy, not his device, but mistakenly Haven's offices. He doesn't wait for a reply before he speaks once the there's a clicking noise on the other side, his tone flat and devoid of much inflection, but wavering with the cold.]
I should've told you before, I realise, but if you'd kindly come retrieve me from... the liberation centre.
[That's it, and he sighs sharply afterward, a shiver running through his spine, somehow hot even with the cold wall at his back, and he knows by the time McCoy arrives he'll be in an unfortunate state... Perhaps he should just take his chances, but, looking out the mouth of the alley at the dim street lights and darkness beyond, D'Artagnan knows he has little luck in these endeavours and he's trying to make better choices.]
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I should've told you before, I realise, but if you'd kindly come retrieve me from... the liberation centre.
[That's it, and he sighs sharply afterward, a shiver running through his spine, somehow hot even with the cold wall at his back, and he knows by the time McCoy arrives he'll be in an unfortunate state... Perhaps he should just take his chances, but, looking out the mouth of the alley at the dim street lights and darkness beyond, D'Artagnan knows he has little luck in these endeavours and he's trying to make better choices.]