The doctor is [OUT]

[crittersheep]

WHO: a lot of people, suddenly
WHERE: THE CLINIC
WHEN: Day 54

[It is such a peaceful day in the pasture, what a great time to catch up on paperwork and not have any crises.]

Comments

[wants_the_phd]

A little bit! Some of them are fading... not your hands though, huh? Would you like to try more?

[electricflock]

[finishes off the cup and licks his lips, no wasting!, but hmmm shakes his head]

No... My arm feels better, but should save blood for you or for other patients.

[wants_the_phd]

Would you have any objections to me calling Angel Devil over to give it a shot?

[electricflock]

I don't mind. Are my hands, not like I can hide those from him anyways.

[wants_the_phd]

Alright. Let me go grab him.

[She disappears into the back again.]

[finalbows]

[ speak of the devil and he shall appear ]

Muffin! I saw that--

[ brief ahem. ]

...Daffodil all went home together after the demon, right? I'm glad you're here.

[electricflock]

[muffin was small and more muted than usual during his visit with azdaja, and he's still got a tense huddle in his shoulders, but he visibly perks up when angel devil appears. enough even to chitter!]

Glad I'm at clinic?

[finalbows]

[ gives his hair a casual flick. ]

If I'm to be selfish, that too.

[ Quetzal sits down beside him with all the poise one can muster in a seat that is not entirely made for one's height range. there's a little brush of fur at Muffin's ankle, a question. Tail holds? ]

[electricflock]

I'm happy to see you too.

[it takes a second of concentration, not unlike focusing on a spell, and then muffin shifts his weight in his chair and his own long fluffy tail sweeps down to find quetzal's. TAIL HOLDS.

and one of the angry red splotches on his chest fades to healthy skin]

[finalbows]

My most favorite excuse to take a rest~. ...May I?

[ holds out a hand. ]

[electricflock]

Please.

[gives his hand and yeah quetzal knows what acid burns look like doesn't he]

[finalbows]

[ hahaha! yes. sure does. he looks over the hand with a discerning eye, and then... takes a kerchief out and dabs away all the lipstick on his lips..? ]

This might sting. You can give me a good peck later if it hurts too much.

[ ...carefully, carefully brings his mouth to brush his lips ever so slightly over one of the raw patches.
Any kind of tingle from trace remnants of the acid? ]

[electricflock]

Okay...

[watches with zero idea what he's doing. kisses are bluebell's healing?

maybe his bath washed it off or maybe it didn't make it out of the ritual, but either way there's no tingle. no acid left. just the end of muffin's tail flicking for a flinch.]

[finalbows]

[ withdraws. lets a slow breath out... again, doesn't feel a thing. ]

Nothing still there... that's good. Better to try this with as clean a slate as possible.

[ well, there's naught else for it, is there! he starts rolling back his sleeve. ]

[electricflock]

[chirrups, oh]

Have tried healing them with team magic, like Clover's dice, but nothing's worked so far.

[finalbows]

So far.

[ his eyes flick to Muffin's mouth. Muffin's licked all the blood away, but...

You've had a little of her blood. But I want you to have mine.]

[electricflock]

[muffin made his one token attempt to avoid jealousy or making drinking someone else's blood weird by not mentioning azdaja directly, he's here for it now

his tail does a little quiver]

Um. Okay. ...Will still heal other burns, if not hands.

[finalbows]

Means your body will have less work to do, at least.

[ He braces his other arm on the back of Muffin's chair.. and holds his bare wrist up to his mouth. At the last, he adds--

Remember how it felt that time under the flower...? If you close your eyes... I'm sure it'll feel the same. ]

[electricflock]

[licks the point of one of his fangs. they're no vampire fangs, but a cat's fangs are plenty sharp enough]

I remember.

[and closes his eyes]

[finalbows]

[ when Muffin bites, and closes his eyes... as the iron tang of Quetzal's warm, flowing blood fills his mouth, a rising emotion will bloom with it; something that feels just like the vampire 'GET HYPE' effect did. Quetzal had gotten to try biting someone under that effect too, after all-- he knows just what feeling to use Rose's most secret power to invoke.

...under his breath, he murmurs the words for a Cure spell. It's obvious it's a cursed wound, and that it won't work, even as the white magic flows over injured skin.

But there's something else that's obvious too, right? That none of this will last forever? ...Yet here he is, sitting in this chair, offering his own red blood to flow down this gryphon's throat.
Even in the face of pointlessness... there's something spiteful in him telling him to try rather not bother. ]

[electricflock]

[makes a small growl, surprised— then hungry, licking the bite with a roughened tongue and drinking deep. it's really like when they were under the flower, even though the flavor's changed now. he doesn't even like the taste of blood that much normally. is it because it's fresh Rose blood? or is it just him that feels like this because it's Quetzal's...?

As expected, his hands don't heal, but Quetzal's spell and Quetzal's blood cleanly wash away the other burns. no more bruises under his collar, no red smears across his shoulder or like tear tracks down his cheeks. muffin relaxes as his pains ease and he takes smaller swallows, kissing Quetzal's wrist as much as he's drinking from it.]

[finalbows]

[ breathes a soft breath out, just slowly enough to avoid any rattle or hitch, when it's gone far enough he's certain they've hit the ceiling on what can be done. ]

There you go... you're looking much better.

[electricflock]

[pulls back, licking his lips. his face is red again, but it's a healthy flush now. and a an embarrassed one when he opens his eyes and sees quetzal's arm.]

I feel much better. Had a headache and sore throat too... Are also gone. Really feel a lot more normal.

[finalbows]

[ he lets the artificially-induced hype feeling dwindle away, rather than cutting his influence sharply. careful not to make a crash. careful to use a light touch. it could be the blood. it could be that it's quetzal. the latter answer is not, technically, untrue. ]

If you can say you'll be more comfortable now, then... that's what I wanted~.

[ he draws his bitten arm slowly away, and traces his fingers over it with a light glow. the bleeding stops. ]

[electricflock]

[muffin starts to purr as the hyped-up feelings fade, relaxation filling in behind excitement. his hands are still injured, but the relief he’s received and comfort he has in Quetzal’s presence are enough for Daffodil’s healing to activate. the pain won’t worsen.]

Biscuit said I should heal by um, getting wasted and having my man over. This isn’t how he meant, but it worked.