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[hot_mess_express]

Who: All the cute little heroes
When: Day 35, evening
Where: Back To Your Regularly Scheduled Great Outdoors, Just outside the train

[ The beach fades away all at once, taking the cheery sunshine with it as evening hits all at once-- it melts away in a shower of sparkles as the familiar setting re-emerges. There are new stars in the sky above in clover pink, senna red, jasmine blue, and licorice violet.

Just before the beach disappears entirely, the bubbly voice speaks once more: ]

Wasn't that so much fun! You all rrrrrreally got to know each other, didn't you? Keep up the good work~!

[ If you had any alcohol in hand you still have it, otherwise everything from the trial is gone. ]

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[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow grimaces. ]

Oh, you could sense that?

[voreaciously]

[Yes, she could sense it, but she does not feel that is necessary to mention and perhaps a part of does not want to either, but she doesn't have time examine that. The thing about genius, for better or worse, is that many steps that need to be explained to others are often skipped because they are implicitly understood and 80H understands, or rather already knew but confirms from his comment a number of things.

He knew about it. He didn't tell her about it. Likely was not going to tell her about it.

However, she feels about that is not important for the moment. She continues to skip right over such unimportant minutiae to the necessary.]

It needs to come out of you.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow knew she'd know before he even spoke up-- he knew how much she'd know, but he also knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from saying it. He could avoid saying things, but at the present he's incapable of a direct lie. So be it. ]

Yeah, I kinda figured that part out already.

[voreaciously]

What have you tried?

[because maybe there are some things she should be aware of so she does not make any mistakes.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow sighs. He's so not getting laid right now. ]

I haven't had much of a chance to try much of anything yet. I was going to buy a book or two from the sparks store, read up a bit before I did.

[voreaciously]

[YOU ARE NEGATIVE GETTING LAID RIGHT NOW

and her lips press together in as thin a line as her lovely mouth can manage, disapproval at this strategy near palpable before it fades. She does not say anything. She likely does not need to.]

I can take it out.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow can have some deeply stupid moments, but he can tell he's been soundly beaten. It would not do to piss off the hot lady who could probably kick his ass. ]

...Thanks. I'd appreciate it.

you can skip there

[voreaciously]

[Crow is a smart dumbass.]

To the clinic, then. This should not prove too much trouble.

Re: you can skip there

[bad_crowmance]

Alright, let's get going.

[voreaciously]

[she is going to get dressed because she, hm, might be a bit of a distraction the entire way there if she remains like this.

besides, it's only proper.

but they will reach the clinic and she's setting her things down neatly, but easily, like someone setting their bag on the front table after coming home. She is comfortable here.]

Sit anywhere you wish.

[She, meanwhile, is going to get scrubs from the closet and move behind one of the dividers to get changed.]

Did you have any questions at all?

[the casual behaviour is a hidden, calculated kindness. he can be alone with his discomfort, she does not need to see it.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ That hidden kindness is a way he appreciates her in a way that no one else has achieved-- not even Rean, for all that Crow cares about him. Because 80H understands the need for privacy, that some things don't ever need to come to the light. (Not that Rean wouldn't respect that urge, but respecting isn't the same as understanding.)

He picks a place to sit, lounging in a manner that might seem comfortable if they weren't in a clinic. ]

Am I gonna be awake for this or do you have to knock me out?

[voreaciously]

[He cannot see them, but her motions are brisk, clinical as she gets changed. She will not be long.]

The latter. If you have an academic curiosity I could perhaps indulge you, but I have a feeling you would rather not be awake. In that case, it will barely feel like time has passed.

[She redoes her hair, making certain her bangs are entirely away from her face and steps out from behind the divider. She is not entirely prepped for surgery yet, she does not to risk alarm.]

[bad_crowmance]

I thought about it, but maybe I shouldn't be quite that familiar with my own insides after all.

[ He winks at her. ]

[voreaciously]

Very well, Crow-han. I will need you to take your shirt off, please.

[bad_crowmance]

You know, I prefer it when you want my shirt off for sex.

[ But he's taking it off even as he casually removes it. ]

[voreaciously]

Yes, well, you will be resuming it soon enough.

[bad_crowmance]

Is that a promise~?

[voreaciously]

I will see how well you behave.

[bad_crowmance]

I'm always well-behaved.

[ He is so not getting laid. ]

[voreaciously]

[NOPE.

She's busy, though, snapping on a pair of gloves, taking a needle and injecting it into a bottle to draw out its contents before putting pressure on it a little so fluid comes out.

Her voice is entirely (polite) deadpan.]

Did you hurt yourself lying that hard?

[bad_crowmance]

Who says I'm lying?

[voreaciously]

I just did.

[she activates her eyes, she doesn't need a tourniquet to find a good vein when she's got magical x-ray vision.]

I need your arm, please. This is an anesthetic.

[it is, but she will also do him one better soon she just needs to cover herself]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He glances at the needle for a moment before he rolls up a sleeve and holds his arm out. ]

Sure, let's get this over with.

[voreaciously]

Very well.

[She injects him, but starts to Sing a moment after, an inhumanely layered, inhumanly beautiful Song that is deep and mournful, but in the Song, is a compulsion. A command.

Sleep.

Remember only the needle and have pleasant dreams.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ As a general rule, Crow is amazingly terrible at being obedient to the point of problem. Fortunately, the compulsion works just fine on him and his eyelashes flutter briefly before sliding shut as he gently slouches over, all but dead to the world. ]