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[no_glitter_plz]

[It is not long after the end of the bodyswap incident that a particular cassette medic crawls back to Magnum's place. He looks like he's been on a week-long bender, the kind where your only sustenance is the worms from the tequila bottles.]

[Glit WISHES he'd been on a bender. He'd be less miserable, and probably would have purged his tanks less.]

Comments

[endless_avarice]

[Leaning against a wall]

You look like you're about ready to hack up a few hairballs.

[no_glitter_plz]

Shut up. I hate you.

[Glit drags himself towards his usual shelf-perch, but manages to spare a glare for Dirge]

[endless_avarice]

Hate me? You barely know me. [Shrug]

I don't suppose you'd be up for fixing a damaged wing, would you?

[no_glitter_plz]

I'm skilled like that.

[Glit changes direction, approaching Dirge like he has lead in his paws.] I'm always up for damaged wings. You fliers bitch too much about it.

[not_your_gun]

[...now that Dirge has reported seeing Glit, Magnum is going to be wandering and looking for him.]

....Primus, I've seen you look significantly better.

[no_glitter_plz]

[Finished with Dirge, Glit has reclaimed that shelf-perch and is curled up in a little miserable ball of cassette. Somehow, he still manages to look nauseous. Sometimes he shudders, hard, as if something came up in his memory banks that he's still trying to cordon off.]

I've been better, lord...

[not_your_gun]

...and likely not been much worse.

[He leans almost nonchalantly against the wall, trying to look significantly less stressed than he feels. Its abated, somewhat, now that he'd in possession of more facts--but the facts he's been learning haven't been particularly pleasant, and now here is his medic curled up and looking like he's trying to scrunch himself into non-existence.]

[Thus, he sighs, and reaches up to stroke his cat.]

I didn't hear from you throughout that last ordeal. Whose body were you in?

[no_glitter_plz]

[Glit purrs, but the faint undertones of a whimper indicate that all is not well. ...A lot better than five seconds ago, before the petting, mind you, but still not well.]

Definitely one of the worst experiences of my life, lord. It was the - that organic, the scaly one with wings and a tail.