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Fandom Clinic, Monday 12/22
Monday, December 22nd, 2025 03:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraStark was covered in tinsel. Draped in excessive amounts of holiday cheer. Or at least in excessive amounts of shiny strands. Who knew it could not only rain tinsel but pour tinsel as well?
"I'm very glad all the coffee has lids," he said, setting the tray off drinks down and trying to unbury the cups. He'd de-tinsel himself once that was done. "And the cookies are in the box there but those are fine. It was closed the whole time."
Stabby made some grabby motions and Stark handed over some of the tinsel that was piling up on the counter.
"He likes decorating," a nurse said. "In case it wasn't obvious from how Christmas threw up all over his tank. Again."
The clinic was open, the crab was going crazy with tinsel, and the alien was still trying to get all the tinsel off of himself.
"I'm very glad all the coffee has lids," he said, setting the tray off drinks down and trying to unbury the cups. He'd de-tinsel himself once that was done. "And the cookies are in the box there but those are fine. It was closed the whole time."
Stabby made some grabby motions and Stark handed over some of the tinsel that was piling up on the counter.
"He likes decorating," a nurse said. "In case it wasn't obvious from how Christmas threw up all over his tank. Again."
The clinic was open, the crab was going crazy with tinsel, and the alien was still trying to get all the tinsel off of himself.