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“Clover Prime, my favourite of the Clovers,”
“Now this is an arrangement I can live with.” He grins at Arty before leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.
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disgracedengineer:
“Clover Prime, my favourite of the Clovers,”
“Now this is an arrangement I can live with.” He grins at Arty before leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.
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“So I got caught off guard by one boarbatusk. If I hadnt thrown myself into it, you could be the one sitting here. A small hoard of those bastards is no joke.” Qrow scowled, and winced again when Arthur pulled the needle and thread a little sharper than strictly necessary.
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“Oh, abo~out... six blocks that way. I think.” He giggles. “Well, at least the bodies are.”
His tail points down the street in a vague direction, but he doesn’t seem that sure. Maybe he wasn’t paying attention. He was a little preoccupied. He also doesn’t clarify that they were dead when he got there: he doesn’t think the doctor will believe him. After all, him rescuing an infant is already wildly out of character.
And then the bundle squirms, loosening the jacket mid-wrap. The little thing is far too small, not asleep but not all that alert either. And it feels... colder than it should. The poor little thing is showing all the classic signs of neglect, and not just for however long its parents have, apparently, been dead. It hasn’t been developing properly, it seems.
And--oh. Oh, that’s why Tyrian didn’t just leave it where he found it.
This little one seems to have had the little tentacles that seem to largely replace the standard pair of legs roughly handled quite frequently, as under the dirt and the blue-ringed skin, the bruising is unmistakable. The little dress that the child is wearing would seem to indicate that it’s a girl, though with the tentacles, it isn’t exactly easy to tell. It may just be the easiest type of garment to manage with, considering the tentacles.
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“Doctor Watts?” Emerald asked. “I was wondering...why did you start working with Salem? How did that even...how did you even end up in a situation to do so in the first place?”
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There was about two seconds of pause, before he went back to digging the medical supplies from his bag. “How fortunate for you, that since we’re alone, I am quite literally your last option. Unless you’d prefer Ozma, I suppose.”
Fine Tuning (Past)
James rolled his shoulder again as he rubbed it with his left hand, trying desperately to work out the kink that was making its way into his prosthetic or vice versa, he wasn’t sure. It just hurt.
He was finally going to see someone about it after suffering with the pain for a week. Headaches were basically on a daily basis by afternoons if not by the night. Hot water showers did nothing. His limited agreement of medicine did nothing.
So, here he was, in his black training uniform, knocking on the engineering lab doors before entering when told to. “Second Lieutenant James Ironwood, reporting!” He said saluting while not raising his voice quite as loud as he normally would. He didn’t want to completely disrupt the workers in the department, though he was sure they were used to it.
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Ask My Muse Out! || Accepting
@disgracedengineer sent: “Would you be interested in going out with me some time?”
To say he was a bit surprised by the question would be an understatement. Not to mention that it was rare he could find time for such personal moments anymore... but he supposed it wouldn’t hurt. “I suppose going for a drink wouldn’t cause any harm. Thank you Arther, I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”
From disgracedengineer: “ my mind is so loud and i’m afraid it’ll never be quiet again. ”
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‘‘I...I am sorry to hear that, dear Watts. If there is anything you’ll need that could possible help you with this issue, feel free to ask and i shall get it for you.’‘