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Fandom Clinic, Monday 1/20
Monday, January 20th, 2025 10:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraStark walked in, clutching the day's coffees, and set them on the desk with a very pathetic sounding "it's cold."
"We know," the nurses chorused. "Warm in here though."
Stabby even had a little sunlamp aimed at one end of his tank where he was sitting on a tiny beach chair and scrolling through his phone.
"TikTok," a nurse said by way of explanation.
Stark just shrugged. He was still free of all social media, somehow, even after his long association with Summer.
The clinic was open, the crab was watching short videos, and the alien was unhappy about the cold.
"We know," the nurses chorused. "Warm in here though."
Stabby even had a little sunlamp aimed at one end of his tank where he was sitting on a tiny beach chair and scrolling through his phone.
"TikTok," a nurse said by way of explanation.
Stark just shrugged. He was still free of all social media, somehow, even after his long association with Summer.
The clinic was open, the crab was watching short videos, and the alien was unhappy about the cold.