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Fandom Clinic, Monday 8/29
Monday, August 29th, 2022 08:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraClass this morning had been... awkward. But Stark had survived and maybe that one suitcase hadn't followed him to the clinic. Or the other one that might have belonged to Summer. Or maybe they just hadn't arrived yet.
"I didn't bring coffee," Stark told the nurses with a sigh. "Hands were full." They were still full. He was moving a lot of baggage around town.
"Wait. What does Stabby have?"
"Crab baggage," one of the nurses said without looking up, busy with their own unpleasant luggage. "Obviously."
What kind of emotional baggage could a crab have? Who could say. It was shaped like a crab and that was all Stark knew for certain.
"Of course," he said after a pause. He shoved one of the two large jewel-toned suitcases marked 'She Died'and 'She Left' aside so he could get to to the desk, moved the 'Never Enough' bag off the chair, and sat down. At least the numbered trunk hadn't appeared in here yet.
The clinic was open, the alien was in and not yet crushed by the weight of the physical representation of his emotional baggage, and the crab had a bag of his own.
"I didn't bring coffee," Stark told the nurses with a sigh. "Hands were full." They were still full. He was moving a lot of baggage around town.
"Wait. What does Stabby have?"
"Crab baggage," one of the nurses said without looking up, busy with their own unpleasant luggage. "Obviously."
What kind of emotional baggage could a crab have? Who could say. It was shaped like a crab and that was all Stark knew for certain.
"Of course," he said after a pause. He shoved one of the two large jewel-toned suitcases marked 'She Died'and 'She Left' aside so he could get to to the desk, moved the 'Never Enough' bag off the chair, and sat down. At least the numbered trunk hadn't appeared in here yet.
The clinic was open, the alien was in and not yet crushed by the weight of the physical representation of his emotional baggage, and the crab had a bag of his own.