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Fandom Clinic, Monday 5/13
Monday, May 13th, 2024 11:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraAfter his classes were over for the day Stark headed for the clinic as usual. It was later than he normally arrived but his schedule had changed for the next while.
He still brought coffees with him, of course, and grabbed an ice pack for the welt that had been growing since Paintball.
"Didn't do well today?" a nurse asked. "Better luck next week then."
Stark shrugged.
Stabby, seemingly inspired by the idea of paint, was working on a tiny painting in his tank.
The clinic was open, the crab was artistic, and the alien was bruised.
He still brought coffees with him, of course, and grabbed an ice pack for the welt that had been growing since Paintball.
"Didn't do well today?" a nurse asked. "Better luck next week then."
Stark shrugged.
Stabby, seemingly inspired by the idea of paint, was working on a tiny painting in his tank.
The clinic was open, the crab was artistic, and the alien was bruised.