#double cain

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Tack smiled at Caym's well wishing and said "Indeed I am. And thank you Caym." Tack was thrilled that Cain didn't balk at the idea of being hugged. He gingerly wrapped his arms around and was glad he wore a nice vanilla scent. "Of course, you can always trust me to keep my promises. Keeping myself safe included." Tack softly said. He gave a light squeeze of appreciation and let go. With a few steps back, he tapped on the floor. With a goodbye to both, Tack disappeared down the hole like before.

Cain was giddy, he waved as Tack disappeared.

Caym waved a bit too. “There he goes… What now?”

Cain pushed Caym. “Time to meet my supervisors.” He took the double by hand and walked off.

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"Yes. Different types of travelling have different risks to be careful about. And I heard some horror stories from others as a result." Seeing Cain's worry Tack hastily added "I choose one of the more safer ways to travel so I don't have to worry much." He paused. "For now it's goodbye Cain. But like I promise always, I'll be back soon. Caym it was a pleasure to met you." Tack bowed slightly and then turn to Cain again. He made a shy gesture for a hug. Nothing ventured, nothing gain after all...

Caym bowed. “Yes, yes, all sorts of terrible things happen… Good thing you’re one of the careful ones. Good luck on your travels.”

Cain nodded. “Ah, if it is so then I shall trust you Tack, I know you know what you’re doing.” He smiled and then hugged his friend.

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"I'm glad to hear that! It's always a pleasure coming here." Tack clasped his paws and wagged his tail happily. When Caym spoke, Tack brought his attention back to him. "Oh yes, constraints are primarily put in place for our safety. I'm sure if you can stay out of trouble, it shouldn't come to that." Tack paused and debated about getting a hug from Cain before leaving. But with Caym there, Tack wasn't sure if he would embarrass Cain or not. Should he try? It wasn't necessary but would be nice.

Caym nodded. “I see, precautions are only good. Builds discipline. Besides inter-dimensional travel is not always clean and pretty, now is it?”

Cain looked at him worriedly. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, if you mess up the ritual you can end up appearing in a different dimension without a leg or an arm but that’s beyond the point.” The double shrugged.

“I see… Well, this is our time to say goodbyes, right, Tack?” Cain smiled sheepishly. For some reason he looked shy and smaller than usual.

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"Oh-uh-I I'm quite flattered hearing that Cain, thank you..." Tack returned the smile. He was quite surprised by what Cain said. It was rare for people to feel comfortable around him, let alone be comfortable enough to share personal history. Nothing like a boost of confidence to have. He turn his attention to the clock Cain was looking at. "Is it? Oh! I should be leaving soon. Time constrains can be a pain to have sometimes." Tack sighed but added "But don't worry I'll visit again soon enough."

“I see, I won’t be holding you back then. I’m looking forward to our next meeting!” Cain chirped.

Caym pondered. “So you have time constraints. I think I was supposed to be here for a short while too but I somehow got stuck in between dimensions.” The double scratched his head. “Eh, as long as nobody’s trying to taze me into submissions I don’t really care.”

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Tack cocked his head to the side and regarded Cain "A curse? That keeps you from dying? And harmful things self-destructing? Not unheard of but I have a feeling we'll have lots to discuss on our next visit. You're quite the little enigma my dear Cain." It seems like the sterilization of harmful microorganisms must tie in with the same curse as the plant matter destruction? Tack made mental notes to ask more about that on next time. He made a familiar counting gesture and asked "What time is it?"

Cain smiled. “Ah, I sure am an enigma. Not even the doctors know everything about me but I definitely feel more comfortable talking about myself to you, Tack.”

Caym made a clicking noise. “Feels like evening has arrived.”

Cain checked a clock. “It is past six already.” Caym shrugged. “I was right.”

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"Indeed he was one." He had to grin at what Caym said. Was that a twinge of jealousy in that tone? Funny, Cain called himself a savior on their first meeting as well. Was there a special meaning behind that? "Yes quite the useful skill to have by the sounds of it." A perplex look came over Tack's face. "Always sterile? How is that possible?" Was Cain's metallic parts put through some sort of a sterilization process? Tack was quite curious about those part but had no idea on how to ask politely.

“You see, I’m bound by a curse and that curse keeps me from dying. I suppose in each anomaly there is some sort of scientific explanation. The curse detects anything that is harmful to me, microorganisms included, and makes those harmful things self-destruct. Therefore my hands are always free of microbes.” Cain smiled. That was complicated. Hopefully Tack won’t be intimated by such a lengthy explanation.

“In other words - his entire body is a graveyard.” Caym added.

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With that chuckle and grin, Tack had a feeling that Caym wanted to make a fool out of him. And succeeded. Jerk. Feeling miffed, he crossed his arms. "Nothing against it, but I'm not exactly the #1 choice for such an endeavor like that." he said vaguely. Tack then looked at Cain again and asked, "Oh you're self taught? Impressive. I thought you had some sort of surgeon or doctor's training based on how well the stitches were done. But you seem to have a good memory so I shouldn't be surprised."

Cain smiled. “Yes, I am more or less self taught, had some moments when I really needed to stitch and fix broken things and so I ended up becoming a pseudo-surgeon. I can work in the field since my hands are always sterile.”

Caym shook his head. “What a savior.”

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"W-what I- No it was nothing like that! Just what are you insinuating? Do I look like something to bi-oh nevermind." How embarrassing. Now Tack regretted saying anything about that injury. If he wasn't blushing out of embarrassment already, he was now. He blew out a sigh and tried to explain to Caym. "I ended up getting injured last time I visited here and Cain was kind enough to give me stitches that I needed. Nothing to be concerned about Caym. Really." (Caym pls! I laughed, such tact he has.)

Caym chuckled. “Alright, alright. No need to get so worked up. I wasn’t implying anything~” He grinned, pleased with himself. “I am not all that concerned anyways, well, maybe only with Cain. Who taught you to stitch people up?”

Cain fidgeted. “Uhhh… I did?”

“Right…”