Post-Heavy Quest Clinic Mingle

[heartonachain]

Who: OPEN!
What: Everyone come hang out at the clinic because HOW many of u got beat up by the mega raid boss... come on, be honest. Alternatively check up on your friends to make sure they're not dead! or y'know you're at the clinic for different reasons/volunteering/actually sharing the new lore we all just got/whatever you want ok i'm not a cop anyone is welcome here, it's a public space
When: Late February
Where: The Clinic™
Warnings: ????? injruies. blood. Angst, maybe. the possibilities are endless

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[wolfcut]

[ The whole universe. What a burden for one kid to bear. ]

... I think everyone would understand why you'd want to stay.

[ Despite all the gripes he has with Polteageist's management, he does have to respect them for offering that comfort to Emporio. As for him, he simply shakes his head. The Homelands aren't really gone in the same way, but they might as well be when none of them can ever go back. ]

It's a long story, but my home — where I'm really from... we had to leave. For good.

[ He looks away, toward the hustle and bustle of the rest of the clinic. ]

Some of us made it to New York, but it's not always easy. Kind of like how it's hard for some people to adjust to being here.

[seacub]

[A firm nod. He'd hope they would understand, that's for sure. But he listens carefully as Bigby explains the circumstances in his own world, and the difference there is.

It sounds like a mass emigration. A refugee scenario, certainly. He doesn't press, just nodding- it would be New York, he can't help think, but he doesn't say it.

...He just focuses on that other fact.] ...Is it bad, you think?

...being able to adjust as easy as I did?

[wolfcut]

Hm? [ The question catches him off guard. ] Bad? Not really.

[ Not according to his definition anyway. He knows bad, and that ain’t it. ]

Can’t expect everyone to handle things the same way, Emporio. Not about this. Just don’t take it for granted.

[seacub]

[Don't take it for granted... ...He can do that, he thinks.

Sinking back against the bed, the cubone thus nods.]

...Okay. ...I... ...Y-yeah. That's good to know. Takes a bit off my mind, at least.

[It's not as if he's been spoken to about that kind of thing, but it's been a bit of a paranoid worry at least.

And Bigby feels like someone who would be direct about this sort of matter, so he's happy to trust the other's word on it.]

wrapped!

[wolfcut]

Good, because what you should be focusing on is rest.

[ Says the rodent walking around in a sling. Do as he says, not as he does, etc. etc. ]

You know... if you ever need someone to talk to about that kinda stuff, I’m all ears. [ And he wiggles them too with a small huff. ] But I don’t want to keep you up, kid. So I’ll see you around, okay?