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Fandom Clinic, Monday 3/25
Monday, March 25th, 2024 09:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraStark was feeling a bit off this morning when he arrived at the clinic. He handed over the coffees as usual but tried his best not to make eye contact.
Of course that just meant he ended up looking at comically large basket full of a variety of condoms on the desk for anyone to take should they need some.
"It's that time of year!" A nurse said cheerfully, giving him a wink. Stark nodded stiffly.
Stabby, meanwhile, appeared to be looking up lobster beds on SeaBay.
It was going to be a long shift.
The clinic was open and very well-stocked, the crab was being himself, and the alien was uncomfortable.
Of course that just meant he ended up looking at comically large basket full of a variety of condoms on the desk for anyone to take should they need some.
"It's that time of year!" A nurse said cheerfully, giving him a wink. Stark nodded stiffly.
Stabby, meanwhile, appeared to be looking up lobster beds on SeaBay.
It was going to be a long shift.
The clinic was open and very well-stocked, the crab was being himself, and the alien was uncomfortable.