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issinder replied to your post: Apologies to anyone waiting on a reply or who...

Glad you’re back! Nothing to serious, I hope?

My meds had the opposite effect they were supposed to, but they got switched and I am doing well.

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[Ayyy Right back at you friend. :D It’s always a pleasure to see you on my dash. Your art is great and your writing is absolutely wonderful. 10/10]

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Argryss reaches out and takes the other tall man's hand in his. 'There. Much better. Don't want to lose you in the crowd, now do I?'

To say Zenos is surprised by the gesture is perhaps the understatement of the year.

“You think me so easy to lose, eikon slayer? I expected better of you than such a transparent excuse.” Still, he doesn’t pull away. If anything he tightens his grip on Argryss’ hand, just in case. “Well then, I shall humor you.”

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'Good morning.' A dark-skinned Roegadyn walks in, holding a strange, colourful-looking spring. 'I had a friend over from another universe, and they gave me this. I understand it is called a "slinkie". It's like a spring, but a toy version of it.' He took Zenos to a flight of stairs and they watched the strange creation make its way down, one step at a time... [There's your writing prompt. May it bring you joy.]

Zenos follows the roegadyn with confusion to the long stairs leading from the workshop to the ground floor of the makeshift city. It’s a long way down for the noisy, obnoxiously colored toy to make.

Because the universe likes its unfunny jokes, the unusual sound attracts the attention of the Smart Biologist’s pet odogaron since the beast was napping near the bottom of the stairs. The end result is, even Zenos has to admit, ridiculous. Huge, red murderdog runs up the stairs and watches the toy make its way to the bottom with absolute fascination, then whines and barks at it when it finally stops.

Any fun the situation would have however is immediately gone when Odo’s master notices the ruckus and glares up at the perpetrators. It’s a look that promises long hours in Rotten Vale collecting wyvern dung or something equally unpleasant showing up in his obligatory task log.

“Hero, do me a favor: next time someone gives you something annoying, keep it to yourself.”