Definitely not Kiki's Delivery Service

[myironeyes]

I've noticed a number of absences at dinner.

I'm not affected and I'm not interesting in asking you questions.

[The first is a lie: he can do that, when not asked a direct question. The second is mostly true, except by implication, because he might ask questions anyway. Like this one.]

Which of you are skipping meals to avoid encountering people during this flood?

[Anyone who answers yes - and even some of you who don't - are going to get food deliveries from Trainspike Hedgehog, here.]

[OOC: feel free to through up a spam response to him knocking, if you want that instead of a network thread.]

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[myironeyes]

I do know.

[He tugs his hood down, turns his head enough to show, clearly, the sharp points protruding, bloodlessly, from the back of his skull.]

Nevertheless.

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[this_corrosion]

Ew!

[He claps a hand over his mouth and makes a consoling gesture before realizing the guy has spikes in his eyes and can't see it.]

I mean, not that - never mind.

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[myironeyes]

It was intended to be gruesome, I think.

[He flips the hood back up.]

A little beyond most doctors' skill.

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[this_corrosion]

How are you even alive?

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[myironeyes]

Magic.

It's in the spikes.

[Hence the trouble with removing them.]

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[this_corrosion]

[He's actually sort of hungry, so he pries open his dinner with his fingernails while he speaks.]

I was just going to say that we've got magic healers, but I don't know if it's like magnets and two magics just make you stick together or what.

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[myironeyes]

It's not something I really want anyone else to mess with, at this point.

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[this_corrosion]

Thanks for this.

[He means the food.]

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[myironeyes]

You are welcome.

[He takes this as a conclusion, and rustles off down the hall.]