"Ramon, take my cell phone, I got Doc on speed dial. It's in my breast pocket, thanks darling." He's getting his hands dirty tying his tie up good around Seth's shoulder, but for what it's worth, he's as calm and collected as if he was talking about the weather, or dishing about a cutie over a drink. "We'll get you patched up in no time, sweetie. You want something to drink? Maybe some OJ will put the glow back in your cheeks."
Ramon says nothing, but does as told, reaching into Lorne's breast pocket for his cell. Within seconds, he's out of the kitchen and on the phone.
Lorne turns his head to the side, eyes and smile aimed squarely at Seth, always at Seth. "Emma, win my everlasting devotion, get some orange juice for the big boy."
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Date: 2009-03-26 06:20 pm (UTC)Ramon says nothing, but does as told, reaching into Lorne's breast pocket for his cell. Within seconds, he's out of the kitchen and on the phone.
Lorne turns his head to the side, eyes and smile aimed squarely at Seth, always at Seth. "Emma, win my everlasting devotion, get some orange juice for the big boy."