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fandom_clinic2012-01-29 05:08 pm
stykera) wrote in fandom_clinic2012-01-29 05:08 pm
FTEC, Sunday (1/29)
When Stark awoke this morning to find he was still not properly Stark-shaped there was once again a small amount of flailing. This was to be expected. He was still Stark, after all. There was no shrieking today though. Another long-suffering sigh (or twelve) would have to suffice.
He almost skipped JGoB entirely today but decided baked goods were still required and so arrived at the clinic with a variety of chocolate cupcakes. Nothing pink, despite the laughing attempts of the girl behind the counter.
After the usual walkthrough he sat down at the desk. One of the nurses kept exclaiming over his pretty red hair. "It's always red," he pointed out. "Just short. Very short. And not this red. Lighter. I could grow it, again. Perhaps. When this goes away."
The alien was in, still not Stark-shaped, but ready to assist in spite of that.
[Open, OCD-free, you know how it goes]
He almost skipped JGoB entirely today but decided baked goods were still required and so arrived at the clinic with a variety of chocolate cupcakes. Nothing pink, despite the laughing attempts of the girl behind the counter.
After the usual walkthrough he sat down at the desk. One of the nurses kept exclaiming over his pretty red hair. "It's always red," he pointed out. "Just short. Very short. And not this red. Lighter. I could grow it, again. Perhaps. When this goes away."
The alien was in, still not Stark-shaped, but ready to assist in spite of that.
[Open, OCD-free, you know how it goes]