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[ Little Shop of Horrors? Fern shoots Wade a blank stare at that, one he's seen at least a few times by now, but she brushes it off.
While she gets the sense that Adrian isn't telling her the whole story about Logan, she can assume they got caught up in some sort of fight that led to a friend needing to be healed, the claws came out as a result, and Adrian got to ask some questions when all was said and done. Fair enough. There's plenty that comes to the fore in the midst of a battle. ]
No, that's not what I was implying. [ She says the words mainly under her breath, letting the subject move on to the real question at hand: the mystery meat.
Yet despite both Fern and Adrian issuing warnings, Wade completely ignores them and just pops the piece of meat into his mouth. Fern's grip on his wrist tightens for a moment, but the damage is done so she lets go with a mild scoff. ] Over a fire was the—
[ Idea, she might have said, but then Wade collapses. ]
Not again...! [ She immediately falls to a crouch next to him, but her gaze skates up to Adrian. He's the medic here, after all, so this is mainly on him, though she's close at hand if he needs her to grab anything. ]
[ Adrian and Fern sport nearly identical expressions for once. He also has no idea what a Little Shop of Horrors is.
He nods at Wade's assertion, and shoots Fern a mildly apologetic look before he lets the subject of Logan drop as well. After seeing how Cassian had reacted to the man — very understandably, considering the context — he still feels as if he needs to make it clear that Logan has never so much as verbally threatened him. His sometimes intimidating demeanor doesn't mean that he's some sort of brute.
He should have guessed, really, that these are the last people who need to be told that.
He turns back to the subject at hand just in time to watch Wade toss a cube of meat directly into his mouth. Adrian puts a hand over his own mouth, looking a bit pained. He doesn't even like cooked meat particularly, let alone raw.
Fern starts to answer him and then— ] Mr. Wade..!
[ Adrian is on his knees beside Wade in a second, halo lit and hovering behind his head, primed to heal. He drops a gloved hand to Wade's chest. (Medicine check: 25) Adrian frowns, sits back on his heels, and shakes his head at Fern. ] He's perfectly fine. What do you mean, again? Has this happened before?
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no subject
While she gets the sense that Adrian isn't telling her the whole story about Logan, she can assume they got caught up in some sort of fight that led to a friend needing to be healed, the claws came out as a result, and Adrian got to ask some questions when all was said and done. Fair enough. There's plenty that comes to the fore in the midst of a battle. ]
No, that's not what I was implying. [ She says the words mainly under her breath, letting the subject move on to the real question at hand: the mystery meat.
Yet despite both Fern and Adrian issuing warnings, Wade completely ignores them and just pops the piece of meat into his mouth. Fern's grip on his wrist tightens for a moment, but the damage is done so she lets go with a mild scoff. ] Over a fire was the—
[ Idea, she might have said, but then Wade collapses. ]
Not again...! [ She immediately falls to a crouch next to him, but her gaze skates up to Adrian. He's the medic here, after all, so this is mainly on him, though she's close at hand if he needs her to grab anything. ]
no subject
He nods at Wade's assertion, and shoots Fern a mildly apologetic look before he lets the subject of Logan drop as well. After seeing how Cassian had reacted to the man — very understandably, considering the context — he still feels as if he needs to make it clear that Logan has never so much as verbally threatened him. His sometimes intimidating demeanor doesn't mean that he's some sort of brute.
He should have guessed, really, that these are the last people who need to be told that.
He turns back to the subject at hand just in time to watch Wade toss a cube of meat directly into his mouth. Adrian puts a hand over his own mouth, looking a bit pained. He doesn't even like cooked meat particularly, let alone raw.
Fern starts to answer him and then— ] Mr. Wade..!
[ Adrian is on his knees beside Wade in a second, halo lit and hovering behind his head, primed to heal. He drops a gloved hand to Wade's chest. (Medicine check: 25) Adrian frowns, sits back on his heels, and shakes his head at Fern. ] He's perfectly fine. What do you mean, again? Has this happened before?