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[wastedcreation]

[He nods, moving aside to clear the path to the door. Or, he thinks that's what he's doing.]

Okay, thanks. And uh... If there's anything I can do for you in exchange for all of this, let me know.

[He's not sure how likely that is, given how useless he is generally, but please... He needs Tasks too.]

[chimericalclaw]

[Close enough. Zekarion can simply move around him if he's in the way.]

Oh, don't worry, I'll be coming by to make use of your services. [Antiseptic will be invaluable here—and hell, maybe he'll see if Tox can't make something to knock him out if and when the insomnia becomes unbearable.] You'll probably get tired of me soon enough. Until next time, Mr. Tox.

[wastedcreation]

[He can probably concoct something for that. What he produces might be a little heavy-handed, but sometimes you need that.

Mister Tox? Wow, so businesslike. Still, the respect afforded by it makes him smile just a little, as does the thought of being useful.]

I doubt it. See— ugh. Have a good one, Altius.