(no subject)
[Nerf fell asleep in a chair in the lobby, not too far from the clinic. He never quite made it back to his room and Thistle had him sit there while she went to go get a box of creampuffs something to cheer him up and maybe restore his iron levels. His upper arm's freshly bandaged and he's in a white t-shirt the clinic loaned him.
He's also now about 6 inches shorter and is a rather curvy (in a good way) lady.
Thistle's standing a few paces away, staring with a half eaten pastry.]
He's also now about 6 inches shorter and is a rather curvy (in a good way) lady.
Thistle's standing a few paces away, staring with a half eaten pastry.]