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[oom: Vyvyan ignores the warning signs.]

The door opens and Vyvyan's head bounces through it, followed by his body.

His body is still walking, and gives his head another kick. As soon as he's rolled up the right way, Vyvyan's head yells at the body.

"Stop doing that you stupid bastard! Come here and pick me up so we can reattach!"

[tinytag: Vyvyan.]

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Ben has seen a lot in his long career but this is something new.

"The Hell," he says before thinking better of it.

[[OOC-I have to run but I have wanted to tag Viv with Ben for obvious reasons of potential crack. Slow? Ignore if not.]]

[ooc: Slow is always fine :)]

Vyvyan's head looks over at Ben.

"Hey, little help? I can fix it with a scene change."

Ben has seen a lot of strange things so he doesn't even blink, (the punk kid's probably a mutant or something), he just reaches down to pick up the head. Easy enough. But then getting to the body, which manages to punch him in the nose, is another story. Ben dodges another blow and a spray of blood before he gets close enough to place the head on the shoulders. He looks away to keep from getting any blood in his face as he plops the head in place.

"What now?" he asks.

"I need to be somewhere I can't be seen, under a sheet or in a cupboard or something will do."

Ben turns around to form a convenient wall. "This do?" he asks over his shoulder.

"Yep." Vyvyan walks around him, head fully attached, and grins. "Thanks."

"Sure," Ben says with a clear 'WTF' expression. "That sort a thing happen much fer ya?"

"I got a pickaxe through the head once." Vyvyan says with a shrug. "I'm Vyvyan, you took that bloody well."

"I've seen a lot of weird stuff in my life," Ben replies. "But I do have ta admits that one of the stranger. I'm Ben. You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, issa bit like a reset button." Vyvyan says with a handwave.

Ben just shakes his head.

"What ever works fer ya," he mutters.

"Do you find me revolting or something?" Vyvyan asks, leaning closer to Ben and giving him a whiff of his terrible odour.

"Wow, back of kid," Ben says holding his nose. "Didn't mean anything. Ya ever hear of soap?"

"This is my default state, you big bottom burp!" Vyvyan says, glaring at Ben. "Every time I scene change this is what I go back to."

Ben's Yancy Street spine stiffens at Vyvyan's glare.

"Ya we all got our challenges. You a mutant or somethin'?" he says glaring back in kind.

"No, I'm a medical student."

He continues to glare. "Can you afford soap? Can you afford hot water daily? I appreciate you helping me get my head back on but there's no need to look at me like I'm... Rick."

That catches Ben off guard and the glare fades.

"Who's Rick?" he asks thinking of a Rick Roll.

Link does not in fact result in a Rick Roll.

"A spotty pouf."

"Can't have that," Ben replies. "Let me by ya a pint and some chips. Make it up to ya?"

"Deal." Vyvyan says immediately. "Haven't had anything since that dead rat at dinner."

"Dead..." Ben begins to say but then, "No, I don't wanna know. Bar two pints of...?"

"Beer? Please?"

With the prospect of getting fed, Vyvyan has suddenly found a reason to be polite.

"Bass, Harper, Guinness or Murphys is all I know. You got a better idea?" Ben actually looks a little embarrassed that his knowledge of English beer is lacking.

"Actually, I'll have a pint of Babysham please."

Ah beer, the punk pacifier....

"Tell ya what," Ben says, "I'll buy you dinner if you educate me on English beers and ales."

"Okay. Beer is made from cereal in huge vats. You drink it to get very drunk. The following types are good, and the rest taste like piss." He lists a few because his mun knows nothing about beer whatsoever having always been teetotal.

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